Man In The Jungle
There was a man in the jungle
by Judith Kempis
I spied on him but tried not to mingle
Then I observed that he is alone and single
He was active and he knew the jungle at every angle.
Since he lived in the jungle, he became a night hunter
With my surprised and curiousity I begun to wonder
What is the man doing? my mind start to ponder
Then I followed the man, I noticed his hunger.
I saw this man moved and climbed the tree
He picked up fruits and ate in his face of greed
Then he slide backed down to the trunk which has a hole
He placed and keep the fruits inside and remained as whole.
He relieved from hunger so he jumped of joy
Just like a soldier or knight of troy
Who won from the battle where enemies destroy
Tapped his chest like Tarzan which made me annoy.