Jungle Morning, Deadly Dance
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.
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'Sparrow On A Roof.'
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