The wind ripples across the River of Grass,
Delicately undulating, up and down, side to side in the breeze.
A butterfly brightly colored seeks nectar from the blooming flowers.
The butterfly flutters above a ghostly shadow,
Traveling silently across the ground.
It is the shadow of a tawny, red shaded cat – a panther.
Lurking through the brush, it is a female returning to her kittens from a successful hunt.
She is a creature of beauty, with her golden eyes and twitching whiskers.
She senses the world around her as her black-tipped ears swivel to any new sounds.
Her coat gleams reddish in the setting sun, a warm aura surrounding her.
She is a survivor of the long struggle that her species as faced.
Her kittens are the future, worth all of the love and guidance she can give them.
She is a mother who will not go quietly into that good night.