A black shadow dropped down into the circle. It was Bagheera the Black Panther, inky black all over, but with the panther markings showing up in certain lights like the pattern of watered silk. Everybody knew Bagheera, and nobody cared to cross his path, for he was as cunning as Tabaqui, as bold as the wild buffalo, and as reckless as the wounded elephant. But he had a voice as soft as wild honey dripping from a tree, and a skin softer than down.
Rudyard KiplingAdam was a gardener, and God, who made him, sees that half of all good gardening is done upon the knees.
Rudyard KiplingThey copied all they could copy, But they couldn't copy my mind; And I left them sweatin' and stealin', A year and a half behind.
Rudyard Kipling