The Jungle Poem by (TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

Sun up its flare saw drop, fall it sinking finals rest, scream sounding loudly bursts hidden in hollows call shouted, came dark proclaims its news to all.

Statement it a cry to life warns the voice it issues, creeping it a dreary fear fright it coming it is near, surviving a dark danger to try it effort of animals.

Grounds below I toured high air over the disarray, above from trees leaves this green view it density low, cruised moment to bow a thin upper heights.

Creatures all see trying shelter beds come night, settling a timid doe lays test rest it by large claws a reach, out of it the low bushes it's pest sits prey.

Jungle to a pit traveling its blind foliage cover I'm going, inside a hell cage layers eyes that's looking, thinks a ferocious view of peering a savage look.

Life's chill factor to live reality it's to kill, clicking closes teeth slicing on a dinner cutting jaws a will death, fully escaping the to horrors unfriendly you.


We survive in the forest threats watch hate there horror, uttered bloody it yells it's late o-oh, bleed held victims by this mere claw a fate ripping flesh.

Nature by their pick this act to cure by murdering, slays the weaker action that's touches pure bites, taste of a lure emotions it done in rage by hunger.