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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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Date: 11/3/2023 9:56:00 PM
I love the twist of the last line. Ver engaging poetry, Kim. Write On! Bill
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Date: 11/3/2023 4:39:00 PM
Wonderful intellect!
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Date: 11/2/2023 3:11:00 AM
Wonder where you found this painting. Great description of the jaguar. His prey has no hope. Blessings
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Kim Rodrigues
Date: 11/2/2023 4:57:00 AM
Thank you. It was actually at the library, yesterday. I was intrigued by it. I didn’t notice the water right away. I read the title then looked closer. All good paintings have one more thing…so many things you see when you take another glance…often poems are the same. Hugs, sweet friend!

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