Living In My Creations Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Deep within jungles of the mind, lonely wild calls of
animals that habitate there can be heard through my
imagination.

Low growls, high pitched sounds coming form monkeys
and chimpanzees, birds cawing and warbling into the
atmosphere.

Reality finding it's way into the beauty of an interior
jungle, living here while creating, my creation is an
adventure that curiosity wishes to constantly explore.

An amazing monument to an interior and innate intellect.