“Ambition stalks the brain like a jaguar on the edge of a clearing,
Cautious yet ready to punch at the right opportunity,
Quivering in anticipation, battling saner instincts,
Claws sharper than scalpels, usually retracted,
In the imagination whole scenarios enacted,
Deserving to be feared, as natural as a tree sap.
Let no unsuspecting infants alone in it’s presence,
Turn not an unprotected back.
Naive quarry are of the essence,
No vulnerable prey is left intact.
Keep a wary eye on the forest’s every shadow,
In case therein ambition crouches low. “
– Michael B. Alexander