The Bookshop Sessions #17.5

Jaguar de la noche, grips the mountain side. 

Looking up with dark eyes, its claws cut through the clay.

With each passing moon, sinking deeper into.

A deer drinks with the nearby stream

Awakening for 

It leaps away from the stubborn hold

Riding the sudden cold drift 

Down it swims

Down it swims 

Crunching leaves announce its arrival 

The deer whistles into the breeze