A panther spoke to a lion,
Once before the sky routed the summer
away to a land of falling prey
where clouds were poison pills
casting retreads to the sun
allowing the minutes time to run,
And so a lion chose the panther,
To keep close a good companion,
Only through his elusive arch
could the stork safely cross,
away from the rest,
avoiding the cliff,
and the swim below
into the den,
where, if but just once,
he'll become the most regarded in the land,
Enjoy the Stork did his feast,
Never been in company of kings,
Allowed his choice of any and all,
And when the Stork was full and well,
He stood and chose to speak,
He saw the look within the Lion's eye,
He saw the panther lurking beside,
So he painted words so well,
And convinced the Lion he had a son,
But must return to his place,
as the child was not prepared to run,
To which the kingly beast replied,
He knew the day would finally come,
He leaned back and roared in joy,
The tables shook
the goblets quaked,
So filled with joy,
The Lion allowed the stork to run,
For his son this day could wait,
When the bird had left the lair,
The panther knew the trick very well,
And with the tear still in his eye,
The panther could not hurt the Lion's pride,
And so the panther stepped aside,
But knew he had done things right,
Picking the lion as his only friend
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