Prowling through the forest at night, <br />Always giving the neighbours a fright, <br />Never ventring into the city, <br />The 'nature lovers' think him pretty, <br />Hair as black as night can be, <br />Ever prowling gracefully, <br />Roaring on the mountain tops, <br />Seen by nobody, off he hops.<br /><br />Cathryn Martin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/panthers/
