The Panther Pisses in the Rill

[rayheinrich]

The Panther Pisses In The Rill

Wild Clover bloom upon the hill,
The Panther pisses in the rill.
The tawny waters dark and serene
Are swept onward to another scene.

                    Fin

I'd suggest fixing the rhythm and sundry such:

Wild clover bloom upon the hill,
The panther pisses in the rill.
Its tawny waters foul, unclean;
bespeak regression t'wards the mean.

And yes, yeah, all that... and welcome to the 'pen where fun poems are
taken seriously and serious poems aren't as pathetic as they seem (at first).

There's a microbrewery in Flatonia, Texas that markets a pale ale called
"Panther Piss". It's a dark, tawny brew that, after the forth, lends a
certain justice to the words strewn here.

How real is this? A hammer to that flat glow in front of you will tell.