On the surface, there is freckled flesh, Beneath there is spotted fur. Blue eyes beneath black lashes Hide green slit pupil eyes Gleaming in the darkness. When I speak words, A throbbing purr resonates, Sometimes becoming a snarl when The passions shift their context. I have a human existence, I have an ocelot life. Two beings yet Never separate, We are comfortable in each other’s skin. In this savage harmony, I am content. And as I sleep in a soft bed, I am running through the rainforest Bounding along thick tree branches. One with the night, I am on the prowl Looking for prey. Pleasant dreams…