Behind that Jaguar        

 

Behind that jaguar there is a camellia in bloom

The pink blossom back-drop

Silhouettes its perfume

His noble outline lying in bed

Knowing his place

In the country was bred

With buttons for eyes and batteries to growl

When you squeeze his paw, he dutifully howls.

He does not know though he guards us today

from intruders and burglars

In our isolation bay.