ocelot
I know you,
you devour attention,
with skill that's your nature
your scarce, precious sight
rarely seen. 
You appear 
when you want to,
the awed spectators
admiring your strength's 
graceful lines.
Your time 
is precious for preening, 
responsibly perfect. 
I pay you tribute, 
you take it deserving, 
your sight my reward.
Jon Bohrn (1999)

 

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