Cougar face
The coat shadows its prey looking like a million butterflies through the jungles thickness that alay. Prowl the jungles for in the search of the Jaguar it is the cat king and rulers of the trees and swamps of MesoAmerica. Looking alert proud and mighty the jungle cat fears nothing that makes the bushes move. Like the wind like the smells you can't see it but know its presence. Visitors and lovers from all over come to catch a glimpse. Difficult to track difficult to observe is the way this king prefers. Long live the king of this jungle. Long live life in a inhospitable palace where poachers are the real predator of nature. Perhaps no South American creature move me than the beauty of this beast the beauty of this gift to God's animal kingdom. The Jaguar I love The Jaguar I cease to and long to be as one. Long live the Jaguar in his struggle and reign. This animal has done little to make men mean. The power the agility cannot be matched only destroyed and marred by the barrel of a cowards gun from afar. Who could cause harm to a creature of this prowess. it is a mutiny of nature to destroy a mammal of this beauty. It loss of a shrinking forest lands leads to its diminishing numbers in the wild. Who would want to see it gone from the habitat and our hemishpere a creature of this strength and uniqueness/. The Americas have lost much of this king and protecting its lands is needed for the Jaguar to come back.
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