There Are No Jaguars Here
a poem
sitting in my garden in the early morn iced tea in my hand
eyes closed no need to read news just listening to the birds
singing and songing chirping and tweeting
my garden reminds me of living in the jungle in a tent
waking up to nature though a little more wild
sometimes seeing a fresh footprint of a big cat
a jaguar that came to visit in the night
I’d be secretly delighted to know how close he was
only the thin material of my tent separating us
I’d wonder how long he stopped what was he sensing
I felt akin to the jaguar king of the Amazon
well here in my garden there are no jaguars only the neighbors cat basking in the sun
my garden is full of bird-feeders with seeds
feeders for hummingbirds
birdbaths for bathing and drinking
flowers for bumblebees and butterflies
it’s wild in its growth tangled and tossed
the sounds of nature have a different lull here
still reminding me of those jungle nights when the jaguar came to visit me
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