Jungle Morning, Deadly Dance Poem by Captain Cur

Jungle morning; deadly dance,

jungle tales of rave romance,

I have heard a wondrous tale 

deep in jungle plush and rare. 



Songbird nests atop a tree 

singing songs in dawning glee. 

Her little brood two hatch bright, 

three small eggs she warms at night. 



Slinky Viper slides and peeks 

craving Songbird weeks and weeks. 

Clever Viper must have cause 

to crush Songbird in his jaws. 



Songbird sees a lowly worm 

swoops and takes him to her home, 

there she feeds him to her brood, 

worm is neatly sliced in two. 



Viper witnessed brutal act 

testy he will quick react. 

He slides up to songbird host 

with deceptions naive boast. 



Songbird squeals with great alarm, 

she knows Viper means great harm

bravely waves her wings at him, 

Viper molting very grim. 



Are you here to hurt my young, 

day is new and just begun, 

we just sing sweet melody 

to the jungle from my tree? 



Viper calls the heinous crime! 

Viper brings the deed to mind, 

you have killed an earthen worm 

now will rain my slaying storm. 



Songbird says we need to eat 

so that we may sing and tweet. 

What is lowly worm to thee, 

Viper hanging in the tree? 



Viper had come well equipped 

with venomous steady hiss, 

I was told by earth mother 

to avenge little bother. 



Songbird knew that this was lie 

but saw death in Viper eye, 

so she pleaded for their life 

and asked Viper for his price. 



Viper thought down very long; 

he is slender, he is strong. 

Viper is a gaming snake 

Songbird’s spirit he would break. 



Songbird sings of sun and sky 

azure blue and mountain high, 

you must sing of deep despair 

or your lives I will not spare. 



Songbird looked inside her heart

if with something black to start. 

Songbird’s soul was whitened pure.

Songbird trembled quite unsure. 



Viper poised for his attack, 

Songbird coursed a throaty crack 

then she sang a song of pain

death echoing each refrain. 



Viper jolted then amazed

Songbird singing hellish lays!
Viper now had lost his bet 

anxious paused with slimy sweat. 



Then a cold rage filled his mind 

years he was made to wind 

only feeling savage lust

on his stomach in the dust. 



He remembered tales of young 

with his hand he lit the sun 

shining high in heaven's glove 

knowing how it felt to love. 



He recoiled in his ball 

then he raised his belly tall,

his demon eyes blackened holes 

dripping fangs now full exposed. 



Before Songbird could escape 

Viper drunk for savage rape 

he bit fast his fury hard 

ripping meat and tender lard. 



He struck and gnawed, ripped and razed 

in bloodletting he was crazed 

rage gave way to common sense 

he was choking on himself. 



Blinded by his ancient hate 

when he chose his mortal fate, 

he did not strike Songbird’s wail 

he was eating his own tail. 



Viper dead fell from the branch 

failing yet a second chance,
next day morning clear and bright 

jungle thriving in the light. 



Songbird stalls her happy song 

pondering her youngest born 

now she coos a saddened tune 

in the jungle in the gloom.