The Jaguar sniffs the grainy ground for the scent
Winding into the thick tropical thicket ahead.
It crawls, it growls, it opens its jaws as it sniffs the balmy air,
Only to find nothing but fallen rainforest leaves
And something unnatural about their burnt edges.
The Jaguar cocks its muzzle over a cone-like seed
Burst open and smelling of stale, cordite smoke
The Jaguar’s eyes open with all its nerves on fire.
The Jaguar treks through the trees, only to find his turf all bent and broken.
It feels the ground shake underneath its paws.
It hisses, it howls, it hunches to face a rival beast
As giant roar powerful enough to break through stone and dirt.
It answers the Jaguar’s challenge to invade its lair.
The Jaguar remains hunched with its nerves cooling like dead embers.
The Jaguar’s teeth are sharp.
Its claws can pierce flesh,
But it trembles at what was once a paradise,
Now turned into a hollow haunting ground dominated by wisps of gas clouds.
The Jaguar slinks past smoke,
And then it leaps over new trees made of rust and iron
Which are piled in the middle of the forest floor.
The cat snaps its head to the whirling shriek accompanying the crackling wood.
It walks, it slumps, and it stands with its senses hazed over by the new monoxide flowing
From giant yellow machines carrying limb after limb of the forest,
From voices calling out to each other that are more foreign than any call a macaw could make,
And from a click sounding far louder than any rival predator’s warning growl falling to the dirt.
The Jaguar turns,
And it faces its two legged guest holding a rod in its hands.
It leaps, it grasps the air with feral abandon
With its teeth and its claws for its new prey…
But the Jaguar hears a louder roar that it ever summoned
As that shoots rapid gusts of wind and hot metal
Out of the guests’ metal stick…