-- Ride the Mystic Panther --
John Herlihy
An unanswered question,
As if feeling the mysterious.
On the edge lies a suggestion,
Tempting and ever so curious.
Always seeking an answer,
None of them ever right.
Like an elusive panther,
If come upon it may bite.
An answer lies in wait,
Silent and always following.
Hanging in the wind as bait,
A whisper in a breeze blowing.
So many answers wrong,
On the breath of ghosts.
Singing some eerie song,
As loud as childish boasts.
Some answers are lying,
Interesting, but unreliable.
They come across as prying,
Only to turn forgettable.
Answers fruitful, multiply,
They come to join the horde.
Their content never to comply,
They leave us feeling bored.
Seek not the answer,
What it means to be alive.
Ride the mystic panther,
The answer will arrive.
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Copyright ©John Herlihy
Wednesday 22 September 2021
Rebecca
Why would anyone want to ride a panther? While they are strong, a horse suits the weight of an adult human much better. I know, it was only a metaphor.
Ron