Like Panthers

People, like Panthers move
through the forest.

Each one searching
To feed,
To breathe,
To grow,
To survive.

The quiet one,
Pretending to be a vine.
A safe haven
For a tired bird to rest.

Grows fat offering
The thought of nectar

The bold
Happy, playful one,
Simply grabs a bite from the shelf
And moves on.

The one with spectacles
Plans meticulously
Dines periodically
Continually refining strategies.

One pretending
One pleading,
A wounded paw…
Old with no teeth
To feast upon offered help.
One laughing!

Panthers all
Stalking the forest
Seeking to survive.

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