Photo by Priscilla Du Preez

Panther on the Roof

My great-grandmother shot a panther through the flimsy roof

Mountain lion she called “a ole painter”

Her shot went straight and true through the ceiling and on through the rotting roof,

Into the belly of the big cat as it clawed and dug at the splintered and tarred roof

The mountain lion must be hungry to be so bold

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Carol Burt

Former print journalist, former mayor, retired law enforcement officer. Writing about politics and government along with random personal essays.