Animated by heaven’s fire,

but most active when it’s dim,

the solitary jaguar prowls

the earth, the river, the trees;

carnivorous at the food chain’s apex,

top cat in every sense, only man a threat,

stocky and steady on powerful legs,

to competitors paying no heed,

impervious to his prey’s doomed howls,

never doubting it’s all about him,

a skilled assassin, but not for hire.


Copyright 2018

T. Allen Culpepper

Jaguar Cub


A vacant habitat, a sense of disappointment,

but then a perked-up nose and emerald eyes appear

within a square of darkness at the opening of the den,

and he struts out, shoulders prominent,

sniffing out his territory, scratching on a tree’s exposed roots,

stretching into an impressive yawn, surveying the

sealed-off voyeurs scrambling for a better view of him,

spotted in more ways than one, finally propping his chin

on the low stone wall, with oversized paws out in front,

granting the photo op.


Copyright 2014

  1. Allen Culpepper