Panthera

A poem.

Today the rigorous soul search ceased, in favor of audible answers The earth then split to swallow our sum, and saved scraps for the prowling panther;

War-torn grounds weakened the sense of sound, we’re ill-equipped for this fight The bomb’s bursting, the cannon’s crashing, divorced the ear from delight;

Few tales are told of bold men who withstood nature’s thunderous blows for their answers, and few acknowledge the ground’s pivotal role, only the prowling panther’s.