Ear Of The Jaguar

Black as mother’s pearl earrings from the

Tahitian sands,

Our lady of onyx.

The ear of the jaguar is

Rotating like a doppler radar. Scanning.

Laying in wait for a rustle, a chirp

Anything to strangle and mangle.

Even by the light of the moon

Jaguar’s fur absorbs all the light

That float’s through the canopy

Of the rain forest leaves.

At midnight, it happens, strikes

With dissociative resolve to kill.

He attacks, sinks his teeth far into the neck

Of its prey, claws grip, and the moonlight

Ceases to shine for the prey.

Years later, as the needle was about to be inserted,

The ear of the jaguar listened intently to the

Prison medical staff behind him prepare the

Sodium Thiopental.

The strapped down man said, softly,

“I am the Jaguar.”