Phoebe Tzannes

An Uncommon Jungle

I walk into the jungle
Leaves crunching under my feet
Sights and sounds fill my head
As the surroundings envelope me.

Looking up at the clear blue sky
A jaguar is flying
How strange, I think.
But I keep pressing ahead.

Next I arrive at a shimmering pool
And see lions paddling about.
How odd, I think.
But I quickly pass them by.
Right beyond the pool
A hippopotamus is climbing a tree
How unusual, I think to myself
And continue on my way

As my journey is coming to an end
A fish wanders by me.
How peculiar a sight, I say in my head
But my feet keep moving
Finally I come
To the end of my walk
Suddenly my eyes open
And I have woken up.


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