Sunday, 4 January 2015

The jungle outside my door



There's this jungle right outside my door,
A jungle with lots in its store,
There is peace, 
And pieces of cow,
Which was lately attacked by a bear, 
Sometimes I see a deer, 
As well,
But there's more,
I have to tell. 

This jungle is also,
One of my close friends,
To me sometimes,
Sweet fragrances it sends,
And sometimes when I go walking,
I find something stalking,
Me,
It's nothing but the resident leopard,
Setting my feet free,
And to save myself I run,
But nonetheless it's fun,
Living next to a close friend.

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