Hopping into the jackal's shoes
He was one with the jackal
Size didn't matter
It was the skills he mastered
Strategy was his daily bread
Totally invincible to the naked eye
Able to blend among his enemies
To assess his chances and complete his mission
He was the jackal incarnate
Being at ease among his foes
Was his modus operandi
His days were full of risk
But his lunch was fit for kings
Success was his main objective
He explored opportunities like a true jackal
Exposing weaknesses and managing risk
He was a master of illusion
Playing his tricks among hyenas and lions
He was a mastermind at work
A true chameleon
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