Topic: It's a Jungle out there. | |
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Padding stealthily through the forest
Brown eyes fully focussed Heartbeat calming beating Through the monkeys' nuisance chorus Their stench of fear my nostrils fill As they swing from vine to vine Their chattering is so loud and shrill On monkey meat I do not dine But there it was within my sight This strange animal and veneer A rabid dog frothing in the night Reinforcing its mad, mad jeer I too came to see the worried beast But was sadly disappointed The chattering monkeys has disappeared Was the rabid dog placated? So I arched my back and stretched my limbs And padded slowly home Savouring the still night air Larger forests still to roam An original poem by Tulip1969 |
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Beautifully descriptive and interesting
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Edited by
JaiGi
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Thu 03/27/14 07:35 AM
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Liked the cadence in your lines,
who wouldn't or who 'couldn't?' It appears you took a wrong turn (in an evening walk) and entered the fringes of a reserved forest, cause no woman could dream or rhyme on powers that through sinews flow For padding stealthily through a forest is not for flowers nor a florist show -- But in Kipling's Jungle I could hear, or is it 'did' hear the swish of tail before you took trail stepped aside and let you pass across the chorus of monkey din Your nostrils twitched at my excited stench but did not flare and take deep fill didn't stop in your feline stride and seek the shadows like a proper wench the cur you sighted the abandoned cub Yelping for mama bear I had allowed; but then you breeze by, left me all distracted Too late, I felt a crashing weight as the canine bear got her lucky bite Took an angry chew then left the fight I have circled miles for the scent that will not erase will circle again, till it fades till it fades. |
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Liked the cadence in your lines, who wouldn't or who 'couldn't?' It appears you took a wrong turn (in an evening walk) and entered the fringes of a reserved forest, cause no woman could dream or rhyme on powers that through sinews flow For padding stealthily through a forest is not for flowers nor a florist show -- But in Kipling's Jungle I could hear, or is it 'did' hear the swish of tail before you took trail stepped aside and let you pass across the chorus of monkey din Your nostrils twitched at my excited stench but did not flare and take deep fill didn't stop in your feline stride and seek the shadows like a proper wench the cur you sighted the abandoned cub Yelping for mama bear I had allowed; but then you breeze by, left me all distracted Too late, I felt a crashing weight as the canine bear got her lucky bite Took an angry chew then left the fight I have circled miles for the scent that will not erase will circle again, till it fades till it fades. |
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Padding stealthily through the forest Brown eyes fully focussed Heartbeat calming beating Through the monkeys' nuisance chorus Their stench of fear my nostrils fill As they swing from vine to vine Their chattering is so loud and shrill On monkey meat I do not dine But there it was within my sight This strange animal and veneer A rabid dog frothing in the night Reinforcing its mad, mad jeer I too came to see the worried beast But was sadly disappointed The chattering monkeys has disappeared Was the rabid dog placated? So I arched my back and stretched my limbs And padded slowly home Savouring the still night air Larger forests still to roam An original poem by Tulip1969 |
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Thank you for the kind words everyone. :)
The animal is the Panther, Latin: Panthera Onca, aka Melanistic Jaguar. |
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