
Wendy Perry
The Panther Stalks, With A Wolf's Soul
As no other, a special man he is
Kind of heart, and soft of voice,
Gentle, considerate, passion abounds
And of spirits he has a choice.
The panther stalks, quietness its companion
Stillness surrounding, even the winds cease,
Creeping along, step by step, evenly paced
Muscles ripple, leaving a permanent crease.
The heartbeat increases, the breathing stills
Imminent danger abounds, eyes ahead always,
Black as the night, the prey unsuspecting
The pounce unforgiving, the tackle a haze.
The wolf guards, watching all about
Intense, serious, nothing gets past,
A glance will freeze unwanted visitors
But a kindness, a friendship made to last.
Gentle, fierce, never-knowing, alert
Silently watching, waiting its turn,
The unsuspecting trudge along unaware
But will soon hear the low growls and learn.
Combine all these traitsin one package
With all abundant love, the softness of souls,
A heart that lets all pass and enter
Along with wisdom, there is no toll.
You will find my son, of whom I am so proud
Who will stand strong, who will win his war,
As I hold him tight, rock him with my love
Forever above me, his spirit will soar.
For my son, Richard, who fought the fight, but lost before his birth with his twin brother, Marc
Love, Mum xx