Jaguar Drinking
The mist swirled around the trees and ferns, which allowed light to penetrate here and there to the floor in golden columns. Suddenly the jaguar appeared before me, padding slowly along the path. She was too old to have cubs any more, but when we locked eyes, the demanding glare and restrained ferocity gripped me strongly, as if she was in her prime.
The moment passed and she turned aside towards the stream. As she drank from the pool, a shadow against the golden light, I pressed the button.