The Pounce


United States
38° 13' 53.6664" N, 122° 28' 9.7284" W

A black panther
Hides in the
Concrete jungle.

The water
Washes away
The dirt, the blood,
And the words.

But water can't
Wash away the pain.

He hears the
Clack Clack Clack
Of the clubs,
And the
Stomp Stomp Stomp
Of the boots.

But pain only
Adds more pain.

A black panther
Hunts in the
Concrete jungle.

He hunts for
The Fat Elephant,
And for
The Hairy Donkey.
In the streets,
the alleys, and
The city.

The scars from
The hunt will
Always remain
For Predator,
And Prey.

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