I am the lynx, the wildcat, sexy and slinky and sharp.

Like a wounded ass lynx, tossed between the navigation bridge of a ship and a sofa in the chart house.

A poem set in the jungle about a Lynx and a Porcupine. It’s about the cruel irony of nature where you never know till the last moment as to who is the hunter and who is the victim.

Some rare animals and their unique characteristics.