Whispers of Jaguars
The cliffs up high
tell adobe tales
laced with maize
on hawk feather breezes.
Whispers of Jaguars
travel the mesquite,
are impaled on cacti needles.
The sight of the cat
knows the darkness,
protects the Gods.
It's said even the spots
on its fur are eyes;
they follow the warrior.
Spears cannot pierce its skin;
we sleep in peace.
Copyright © Dale Gregory Cozart | Year Posted 2017
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