Birds sing their songs,
insects too, plants all around.
Lush life, humidity, the trees.
I watch my steps, careful.
Dangerous things out here.
A distant roar of a leopard,
and the hiss of a small snake.
I stop, and it leaves the trail.
Forward again, I still watch.
A monkey hoots in a tree.
I am shaded by the canopy.
Soon the trail ends at camp.
A few more days, in the jungle.
Poetry