Jungle

When darkness falls,
The creatures of the night
Sound their eerie calls,
The jungle comes alive
With scary, moving
Shadows and strife,
The tiger's eyes gleam bright,
Stalking the victim,
Ready to strike,
The boa, silently and quick
Moves to catch the wild pig
To take out its fight
By squeezing it tight,
The leopard cowers in the tree,
High up on its bark,
To hit its victim in the dark,
The scene is fearful,
Threatening and stark,
Many will die
And be eaten tonight
Or they'll flee in fright
As predators hunt
In the failing light
When the jungle darkens
And death harkens...

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2008 Alfred Charasz