In this ice cold jungle,
I followed a cat
Across metal tree trunks and
carpets of grass
A fluorescent sun
hung amongst ceilings of sky
To wonder at THIS
is to wonder at
WHY?
Unheard and unseen, enveloped
(solitary)
You’d think that a JUNGLE
would not be so
scary?
(All poems original Copyright of Eva Denali Will © 2015, 2016)