A jaguar at Lincoln Park Zoo,
And you can spot me by my spots,
Called rosettes, each in a rich hue
Of gold on black, and I have lots.
I myself don't look at them much,
But oft I use my tongue to lick
Them clean and glossy nice and such.
Some pointed grooming does the trick.
Of course when I am moving fast,
My spots blur more as more I speed.
But when I make a stop at last,
Again you'll spot my spots indeed.
And underneath all of my fur,
Same spots are on my skin, for sure.
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Brilliantly written, it's a pleasure to read this poem.