The Pounce

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.