The Black White Creature

He roams with poles,

He troubles to get a hard cuddle,

He walks with those hard palms,

Kungfu panda cannot fight with those twinkling eyes that he owns,

Any trouble get a cuddle from him,

The fluffy thing that he has control of,

Is the cloud that wipes off your tears,

He seems to be a football,

But empties your garden in an hour.

He usually gobbles the bamboos.