Tuesday, May 1, 2012

Beautiful Bagheera

“A black shadow dropped down into the circle.
It was Bagheera the Black Panther, inky black all over,
but with the panther markings showing up in certain lights
 like the pattern of watered silk.

Everybody knew Bagheera,
and nobody cared to cross his path,
for he was as cunning as Tabaqui,
as bold as the wild buffalo,
and as reckless as the wounded elephant.
But he had a voice as soft as wild honey dripping from a tree,
and a skin softer than down.”

1 comment:

  1. This description is so beautiful and musical. I wish every child had a parent who reads regularly to her/his child as YOU do.