The panther

 

A cunning move, a careless sway
So swift they can not look away.
A hopeless heart made hard by time,
Two eager eyes, a lonely mime.
Behind a curtain in a cage
Losing her days she always waits.

But come the time one careless sway
A slip of hand, once looked away
She comes to life, yours to an end.
That waiting time was time well spent.
The audience stares, can’t look away
And you have died this very day.