The Jungle Poem by Obiaeli Ifediirichukwu Victor

All from a distance motions peer
None daring a close ruffle
From the hills of green
Drop bones of the weak
Eagles with sparrows
Tigers with deers
Wolves with sheep
Snakes with moles
Sharks with Jellies
All they struggle
The prey with the predator
Nothing but survival in the air
As a daily meal
So is struggle seen
Blood turn wine on spreads
Flesh turn snack
I in the midst
Giving up is not an option
To run the dreaded jungle
I...a lion must be