Grrrrrrrrrr
Grrrrrrrrrr a Boa slithers by, Grrrrrrrrrr
a sentient mothers cry. Her form
neither sensed or seen, blended by
the forest green. Phantom of the
forest floor, she treads so soft, a
quiet paw. Her body sleek no surplus
ounce, reactions sharp the purrrfect
pounce. Stillness rules that amber
eye, a beating heart in darkening sky.
For her the world grows smaller, the
trees fall and the buildings taller.
Houses, factories, breed like sin, she
must move or die within. Her spotted
coat a painting pure, stealth and
strength, can she endure. Her future
threatened, her world s dying, the
forest sounds of wildlife crying.
Oh! that amber eye, stares at me
and asks of why. She turns her head
and walks away, soft paws tread and
live that day.
The Jaguar under so much pressure.
Their numbers dwindle we should be
so ashamed
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