With soft sure steps, the moon rises, the panther walks
She hides in the black of the night, like a living shadow
As she hunts, this slumber is deep
Liquid motion, pure silence, by the darkness she stalks
The queen of her jungle, with guile still she is callow
Prepared, when ready she leaps
In this dreamscape she has the steadiness of pure rock
Narrow is her path, secrets of the hunt she well knows
Secrets of her hunt she keeps
