Forest Music by Mr. Gibs

The moon falls
Into the mouth of a volcano.
Pressure cooked, it cracks,
As from an egg hatches a
Golden eagle.

From high up above
The valley looks lush,
The trees all cheering,
For gusts of mountain air.

But down in the brush,
Tangled in roots,
Swimming in mud,
Spiders set traps and
Pythons lick their lips.

Deep in the jungle,
The elephants struggle,
Out of thirst
They trudge ever deeper.

The bear,
Ornery,
Looks for some trouble.

A jackrabbit runs,
As rabid and starving,
A wild dog hunts him.

All the while,
High in the limbs of a tree,
A sleepless panther
Spies a golden eagle.

Forest Music
by Mr. Gibs