In The Jungle....One Poem by ritty patnaik

sunlight filters through
the dense trees..
pockets of sunny patches
in the verdant jungle of quadali.

deep down an eerie silence,
broken, by the jungle fowl.
some sweet calls, and some shrill tones
of birds, fill the air.
making their presence felt,
flapping their wings, flitting,
a hustle and bustle mood,
before, the curtain of night drops.

it is pitch dark,
silence makes one squirm.
even the jungle has its own rules,
and own voice
almost ominous to tread ahead..