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.

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