Creation #3: Black

“Black”

He is my Black panther.
Militant to the whisper of disrespect.
When he sleeps his breath escapes in low
guttural growls.

His eyes watch my movement in the dark
his finger twitches
mimicking the tail
of his common brother.
The brother on the street,
the one who couldn't keep his finger still
and now he’s deported
back to the Jungle.

At night,
he blends into the milky sky.
His inky outline
covering the moonlight.

I find him by the water’s edge.
The water beads off him
and slowly runs back into
the stream.

The water trickles over his.
I found him by the water’s edge.