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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