Toucan utters its haunting cry,
leaves flutter as a sigh,
golden eyes lurk unseen
masked by a world of green.
The ocelot seems asleep,
coiled high on its branch,
ears poised, a gentle yawn,
adrift the breeze, aromas borne.
He twitches his nose
and the tip of his tail,
no sound travels unheard,
knows the call of every bird.
Its not so long since he last ate,
he can afford to lie in wait
and capture darkness with a throaty yowl
not unlike the monkey's howl.
Croaking frog, hissing snake,
all the forest is awake,
but the cat curls up once more,
and veils his head with spotted paw.
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