KING OF THE JUNGLE

ever wondered what I like to do? I love writing and reading books today I take this blog to another length, posting a writing I mean a poem i love poems and I do write them but today, lets read a poem by Esther Musembi a DMID student please Read it:

KING OF THE JUNGLE

High on the plains he rode,

Head high like the mighty king he was,

Wind mourning in the trees, creatures big and small bowed,

Mane flowing gracefully, gleaming like new wax,

Feet firmly on the ground he surveyed his domain,

Eyes, blazing torches, sweeping to proclaim,

The morning sun soft, he stretched and yawned,

A mere yawn to his kind but frightening to all,

Paws, muscles, soft fur all perfection he truly owned,

A squirrel up on the trees, not daring to breathe, afraid to fall,

It would mean terror, it would bring death,

Too precious a life, oh, so needing that breath,

Baby gazelle passes by gracefully,

Oblivious of the obvious danger looking,

But high with that beautiful stain, mother watches fearfully,

He just looks on, not his job anyway, almost whistling,

Mother and cubs, dragging her carcass, which almost preserved,

He finally straightens out, canines fleshing, breakfast is served,

Hour after hour, twilight finally setting in,

He leads the way, pride following, all is quiet,

Full moon forming perfect silhouettes, to lull till he turns in,

Eyes glowing in the dark he inspects his kingdom still so quiet,

Big cat in the dark, full moon his backdrop,

With a final roar, actor to his audience, he lets the curtains drop.

read this I love this poem xoxo.

goodnight.