
Black Panther.
Lubomír Tomik
black Panther
crept into the twilight
following Her cold trail
it was nothing in the morning
in loops of tones behind the windows
got tangled up in
flames of fire
black panther over fresh concrete
walked proudly
his footprints were similar to a child's,
which we will never have
castings
like thoughts in moments of words,
at night on the hunt
hooting owls
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