Wonders of the Forest
Walking the narrow paths
of this forest exuberantly shady and lively,
I'm ready to discover its concealed beauty;
I will pose, then resume my walk
and put on my blue sunglasses
that makes me look so sleek.
Mysterious warblings of birds
intrigue me and looking above,
I meet a green parrot wiggling
his long tail trying to translate
his language distinctly harmonious;
its stare is calm and inviting,
he only sees bird watchers
with binoculars who spend hours
to find the rarest ones in the forest,
making their discovery very thrilling...
many species dwell in this habitat.
Wild stallions trot down the main road
frightening the slender and grey squirrels
sipping water from a pond infested with leaping frogs,
some rascal must have set those horses loose;
their neighs remind one of a battle that began on a battlefield...
an Anser attempts to attack them, but he's only a goose.
Daytime is a rassemblement of images,
of musical sounds that humans can't imitate;
nighttime is a gathering of scary owls
that coo while invisible crickets stridulate,
and the usual vagrant starts serenading
a moon so dull, ungrateful, and waning:
I am observant and start trembling...
hearing noises thinking they are rattlesnakes.
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