The Jungle

The Jungle How still is the jungle not a flutter,not a sound No one in the trees, no one on the ground Not a hiss of a snake, nor the twitter of a bird No where in all the jungle is a sound heard I walk with a gun, a net and with silent feet Hoping without warning a tiger I don't meet One that would leap from the highest branch One that would eat me if he got the chance Or a female, fierce, with young ones to feed A nursing female with hunger and need I couldn't shoot a female, not to save my own life For if it's a nursing female I'd sheath my sharp knife Hark! A rustling, a sound, high in the trees His fragrance is carried upon the hot breeze I crane my neck upward as far as I can I scan the high tree tops a widening span There on the tip top of the highest tree He sat there big and proud and looking at me He was the biggest, and fattest cat I'd ever seen And the funniest thing was he didn't look mean I heard his thoughts as cats always think I even imagined that he gave me a wink He said, "Hi there. Don't be afraid. I've had my din din" "You don't look tastey. You're much too thin" As I let out my breath and wiped my brow Feeling relieved I started to exit like right now Running and running I reached the jungle's edge And I will never, never enter again, I pledge. copyright © Lila May Guptill (AKA) Lunaria (AKA) Awapuhi, (AKA) LagoonaGreen9,(AKA) MoonyLuna9 All my poetry, art and other writings are all legally ©Copyrighted before posting. Do not use .Thank you. Lunaria.