|
| 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) |
