Old Panther

 

The old panther laughed when I held up a mirror.
"I’ve become so much larger and quite a bit scarier."
Yes my friend, and your prey is only getting weaker.
"Haaa-ha-ha, and they run around as if they’re free-er."

With a grin departing its chin, the panther turned direction.
"I admit it gets boring hunting weaklings that can never win." 
Yes my friend, your mastery of the kill has made you too good
"Haaaa-ha-ha, and this mastery only kills my thrill."

The panther’s tail swinging low and wide, he spoke 
"From my own two eyes, they weren't made to stay alive."
Yes my friend, but even unscathed prey die of old age
"Haaaa-ha-ha, and they were scared everyday." 

The old panther jumped to a low-hanging branch
"We kill to live so that we may delay our very death."
Yes my friend, so who are we to feel free?
"Haaa-ha-ha, I guess there’s no escape for you or me..."

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