Letter to a Black Panther

You green-eyed monster you.

I love ya. Yeah man.

Sleek and black in your

prowling skin of rich, soft lustre.

Your frown hidden, your

claws, hidden,

undercover of night you hunt, you

seek, you organise.

Body perfect, efficient.

In a pack, and alone, you are 

invincible.

Silent. Silent. Stealthy. Powerful.

No leader necessary, you

conform to no higher authority at all!

You god, you god, you.

This isn't a game!

p.s. x