Did there a shadow move
a stealthy feet
upon darkening bush?
The deer's woof
races heartbeat
before silence
closes like noose.
Will the pool
that beams the moon
draw a trunk
to the lure of cool?
And upon the wind
without a word
was it a streak
of a passing leopard?
The peacock cries
you're close to the ground
presence is aloud
in the slightest sound.
The jungle glows
in silver light
there are eyes
that spot you right.
Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 11:57 AM UTC
Did there a shadow move
a stealthy feet
upon darkening bush?
The deer's woof
races heartbeat
before silence
closes like noose.
Will the pool
that beams the moon
draw a trunk
to the lure of cool?
And upon the wind
without a word
was it a streak
of a passing leopard?
The peacock cries
you're close to the ground
presence is aloud
in the slightest sound.
The jungle glows
in silver light
there are eyes
that spot you right.
Dooars
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