The Jungle's trap
I ran away to the jungle,
with green leaf's shading me from the bright sun over head,
and vines so thick they tangle round the branches.
I found my way to the river,
a bubbling waterfall fills this comfortable scene,
I lay within the waters safe from harm,
as a tiger walks beside me, standing guard.
I stand out of the stream, as water drips down from my body,
snakes of green curl around vines,
as I walk underneath them aware of their piecing eyes watching me,
as I find my way though the forest, with tiger still beside,
the fresh earth underfoot, a scent of cleaning, pure and sweet,
until I come to a tree, where the monkeys swing.
Fruit in golden yellow, dangles down in bunches,
as monkeys gather fruit for themselves,
I carefully climb up helping myself to a banana or two,
their rip and sweet, slightly soft not mush,
so much nicer than store brought slop.
This is where I find myself within the jungle,
I think I will stay here, away from city scopes.