Thick trees hold thickly furred animals.
Claws steep into a branch,
there was a cat of speed,
a creature with absolutely no flaws.
A cat of power.
She would shred through meat.
Swallow devour.
But her eyes are so sweet.
After long days of instinctive killing,
she lies in the tree.
Beyond there is an orange oasis she sees.
But this tree is all she needs.
She is
Jaguar.
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Maeve's Poetry
PoetryThis is a bundle of my poems. Yes, those I write too. Feedback is always allowed! These poems may not be pretty, and some may be. These poems are the plump heart to darkness and light. Red, and grim, but still beating, and now in your hand, I give y...
