In that green corner of the park, there is an ocelot that has become my heart. It's not your average domestic cat, it's a wild and untamable wanderer, and every encounter makes my heart flutter.
On that day, the sun shone dappled through the treetops. It sits atop a black trash can, like a solitary king, overlooking its territory. The speckled patterns on the body glitter in the sun, like stars, shining mysteriously. Its eyes are deep and bright, as if they can see everything in the world.
I watched it silently and saw it looking down and sniffing at the food scraps in the garbage can. The gesture is graceful and calm, as if you are savoring the most delicious food in the world. I can't help but think of the old saying: "Food and color, sex too." For this ocelot, food is perhaps the biggest temptation in its life.
I tried to get close to it, but every time I got close, it always jumped up nimbly and disappeared into the bushes. I was amazed at how fast it was. I've tried to lure it with food, but each time it's just watched from afar, never closer. I know that it is a free soul and does not want to be bound by anything.
However, it was this wildness and uninhibited nature that made me interested in it. I began to look for it in the park, looking forward to every encounter. Gradually, I found that it always appeared near that trash can. I'm starting to wonder, is this ocelot really ownerless?
That day, I saw it again by the trash can. It's still so elegant and calm, quietly enjoying its lunch. I looked at it from afar, and an inexplicable emotion welled up in my heart. It dawned on me that I had fallen in love with this ocelot.
However, I also understand that there is an insurmountable gap between me and it. It is the free soul, and I am the mortal of the earth. I can't give it a home and I can't be its owner. I can only silently guard it, looking forward to every encounter.
Sometimes, I sit on a park bench and quietly contemplate the life of this ocelot. Does it also have its own dreams and pursuits? Does it also crave warmth and love? I don't know, but I believe that its life must have been full of challenges and adventures.
One day, when I came to the park again, I didn't see the ocelot. I couldn't help but feel a little lost and worried. I started looking around the park for a trace, but I never found it. I'm starting to wonder if it's already out of the territory.
However, just as I was about to give up, I heard a familiar cat meow. I followed the sound and saw the ocelot lying in the shade of a tree, basking in the sun. I breathed a sigh of relief, and my heart was filled with joy. I know that it didn't leave me, it just went somewhere I didn't know.
Today, that ocelot is still my concern. Whenever I walk through that park, I can't help but look at that garbage can. I know that there is my deepest thoughts and expectations. Although there is an insurmountable gap between me and it, I will always silently guard it and look forward to every encounter.
That ocelot is more than just a stray cat. It is an emotional sustenance in my heart, my yearning for freedom and wildness. I believe that in this world, there is always something worth cherishing and guarding. And that ocelot is one of them.