The Jaguars Dripping
After stepping out of the forest river,
the jaguar’s dripping.
So subtle, the drops, so clear, they nearly disappear.
The painting looks real, but the frame is too small
to depict the mass - don’t tempt your safety with touch.
Funny, the puddle that forms on the art place floor.
A slippery slope to instigate an investigation. Instead,
carefully slide your feet and plant them beside the vegetation.
The jaguar might look the other way. He sees his next victim
approaching, encroaching, crouching, couching his fear.
The curious fellow touches wet paint…
and just like that, he ain’t…
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