• Too many people desire my heart
    the capture of it is a slight type of Art.
    For it is sleek and sexy
    a lone black panther bathed in moonlight.
    Out in the clear yet hidden from view.
    Two people have captured it
    one released it too.
    The other holds so tight and it feels
    so right but the panther fells denied
    Subdued and abused yet cherished
    adored, she wants to fight yet
    something’s not right too little peace
    yet it seems oh so sweet.
    What happened to this wild cat
    has she settled, decided to cope?
    No more does she run and play
    at home in her den she sits waiting.
    The predominant male out making the kill
    she sits there and waits missing out
    there were so many dates.
    Yet she stays true waiting for
    the temptation to leave her too.
    Yet 3 months to keep her alone
    but come the time all will be
    lost, the cacophony silenced.
    No more people to desire my heart
    leaving no time to prefect that art.