Panther Park Singing My Coy Cry

A song dances in the day, taken straight from her lips.

She'd come out again. You know, to see the interesting things! Funky smells that smelled like ass smelled all the fun to smell. So, she came that way. To smell them! What she didn't know to be stinky big cats would prove all the more enticing to her. That chill in her bones cried for a larger thrill. They cried for rush.

What better way to satiate that rush than a being appealing with the title of new, no matter who they were.

So, this time she beckoned strangers to come play with her. Strangers to come amuse her! Strangers to do stranger things and do their little dances in a valley that could be her death.

Death was attractive anyways, she figured! Big, tall, handsome and inevitable!

Come, come, come. Come, come, come.