The Call of the Wild

The Call of the Wild

Alex Smith

Water trickles down the trees of the rainforest

so soft but yet so sharp

outspread vegetation acting as a tarp

Gorillas cradling their youth,

Jaguars residing in the branches of the canopies

Gaboon Vipers acting as thieves

I hear the call of  the wild

whooping, hissing, squawking, gibbering

but to me the sounds are all singing

The crunching of the forest floor

as the wild ones grow near

I feel them creeping upon my soul but I shall not fear

I hear the call of the wild

tigers roaring, frogs croaking, birds chirping in great elevation

the call of the wild has come to be one of God’s greatest creations