Whisper: Shh… the jungle’s hiding something…
Moonlight drips on emerald leaves,
A jaguar’s gone—who saw him leave?
No loud alarms, no rush, no race…
Just quiet steps and careful grace.
The CRT tiptoes, eyes wide and keen,
Reading secrets the forest keeps.
Paw prints here… a broken vine…
A tuft of fur by the river line.
Follow the trail, soft and slow—
Where did our spotted friend go?
Ah-ah-ah… mystery in the green…
Ah-ah-ah… the finest jungle scene!
The howler monkey points a hand,
“To the hollow where the fireflies land.”
The owl just blinks—“He’s safe, I swear—
But you must look with love and care.”
Paw prints there… a rustled nest…
A purr almost put to the test.
Through ferns that whisper, tall and deep,
The CRT won’t lose their sleep!
Ah-ah-ah… secrets in the shade…
Ah-ah-ah… the jaguar’s not afraid!
No cages. No chains. Just trees and sky.
He’s not lost… just saying “hi”
To the river, the wind, the moon so bright—
He’s home. And everything’s alright.
Found him now… curled up tight,
Bathed in silver, calm and bright.
CRT smiles—they knew all along:
The wild is where he belongs.
Ah-ah-ah… jungle hearts beat true…
Ah-ah-ah… and so do ours—me and you.
Case closed… with kindness.