You might think I’m just

a fifteen year old guy

with tan skin

and black hair

But I know I am more

way more that that

not a superhero or a jet plane

not a bird or a wolf

A jaguar

A quiet, sleeping jaguar

when I am depressed

I go out in the plains

and practice my sneakiness

rarely shifting around

animals running at my sight

awaiting my pounce

But when I get stronger

I force myself into leaping position

The gazelle turns my way

and shows a fear in it’s eyes

I pounce the gazelle

turning and rolling until I wear it out

I take a breath and prepare for the next one

This tan skinned, black haired guy is a jaguar

a quiet, loud, scary, unexpecting Jaguar.