Wildlife flows from tree to tree
Migrating horizontally.
Or each individual tree that’s grown
Is a vertical jungle all it’s own.
A cacophony in the canopy,
A slither between bare roots,
A rustling through entwining vines,
A hair-raising cry of hoots,
Reptiles, primates, lemurs, sloths,
Tree frogs, spiders, birds and moths,
Tigers, leopards, butterflies
Within the green a billion eyes.
You may see them. You may not,
Camouflaged in view.
But rest assured the jungle eyes
Are staring right at you.