Friday, 16 January 2015


Always I loved this place in the wild.
The rattling leaves
hide my noise
for when I jump on my prey.

I jump
while birds call to each other
 and branches move,
 leaves crunch.
 Though sometimes I miss,
usually I get what I want.

I love the jungle,
 a mystery,
secrets hiding
to be found.

My cave
have been passed down the generations.

My camouflage
Works until they feel the scratch.

1 comment:

  1. James, well done for such a successful poem!