The Black Panther
John Hall Wheelock has written a rather dark poem about "things that go bump in the night" which keep us awake and about those tormenting thoughts which sometimes escape their cage. "There is a panther caged within my breast, But what his name, there is no breast shall know save mine, nor what it is that drives him so, Backward and forward, in relentless quest – that silent rage, baffled, but unsuppressed, The soft pad of those stealthy feet that…