A Jungle

• Sarah McDonald, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2012

The smell of dirt on the ground,
Damp and beautiful.
Under my fingers, wet leaves,
The dew drops onto the moss.
Fresh rain fills my nose,
Like water fills a bottle.
Soft fur of a tiger under my hands,
It moves slowly, hunting its prey.
The sweet smell of a thousand flowers,
All around, seeping into my pores!