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.