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The panther is sleek, quick and sure... Her power and her beauty are a very powerful lure... She is a fearless hunter, seeking out her prey... Waiting in night's shadows and sleeping all day... Prowling through the jungle night... Her steps as silent as the full moon's light... By the time you hear her scream... It will be too late, slow motion, like a dream... Locked securely in death's embrace... Your last memory, her hot breath against your face... Flashes from your life will be the last thing you remember... As your life drains away in total surrender... But don't judge her too quickly, because above all others... There is another side to her, she is a protective and devoted mother... And if you were her chosen mate, only you would wear the key to her heart... Because of her love for you she would never depart... So if you choose a panther bride... You'll have to overlook her darker side... And see instead, she is honest and true... Just remember, those jade green eyes see straight through you... --Gale I. Copyright 1994 Note: This poem is not a slam against panthers, 'pantera' was the first name I ever used on the internet eons ago...and it is meant to be a tongue-in-cheek analogy of my personality according to my now husband...*smile*  
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