The Hunt of Jaguar

The beast appears to move downstream,

Its smooth fur, that, to the human eye is sleek

Whilst the true reality of life is such:

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Each bristle has its own texture.

The head is soft

The paws and legs feel different

They are course

And rough.

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Our animal’s thirsts

For blood, of course,

Of its favorite snack

The antelope.

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They desire the scent of it

The want the musky smell

Giving them a rush

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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.

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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.

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Jaguars kill quickly.

With a rush of intense adrenaline,

Filling the veins

With each success.

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It makes no noise.

Not from its mouth

Nor its movements

Stealth is their only arsenal