The beast appears to move downstream,
Its smooth fur, that, to the human eye is sleek
Whilst the true reality of life is such:
Each bristle has its own texture.
The head is soft
The paws and legs feel different
They are course
Our animal’s thirsts
For blood, of course,
Of its favorite snack
They desire the scent of it
The want the musky smell
Giving them a rush
Jaguar kills and steals without mercy.
They feel in their heart of hearts
The reality of their situation,
They are aware of what they must do.
With speckled pelts, the jaguar knows one thing,
It has the home field advantage.
They creeps through the tall grasses.
Paws sliding elegantly against the ground.
Jaguars kill quickly.
With a rush of intense adrenaline,
Filling the veins
With each success.
It makes no noise.
Not from its mouth
Nor its movements
Stealth is their only arsenal