the panther

the panther goes
through a forest
a forest of pink
purple, grey, green,
yellow, red, white, black,
blue, orange, and multicolored
trees
never seen
nor heard
never talked to
but talked about

not loved by family
cast out by her kind
left to do things
on her own
no one left to help
no one to show her the way

she is the black
panther and
an outcast of her kind

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