Predatory scavengers pour through the jungle like a raging flood. We are smothered by a cacophony of sound. The warmth is welcome. A wide raging forest full of food. Look some fruit. And nuts. No end of vegetables, if only you look. These animals keep calling to one another, at the top of their voices. The young are the loudest, and most lively. They scurry around the jungle floor. Take a look at This for meat! Big juicy thighs. Fish here too. Everything you might want is here. A verdant, tropical paradise. Mountains and vales. Metallic mountains some. See those lianas hanging there. A wonderful place. The Supermarket.
(C) PB 23\2\2011 in Yorkshire at 10 AM.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem