The Rainforest
I hear birds chirping and all kinds of them are high-pitch and cricket like screeches and chirps made from beaks and claws and monkeys shouting “oaoa oaoa” howling and squealing and the water yelling “shhhhh” trees swaying back and forth shushing, swaying, moving, rustling And I hear “screeeeeeech” the jaguar is climbing and teasing I still hear scratch and the river agrees that it wants it to stop it’s saying “shhhhhhh” And I see and hear the blue sky, the bright sun, the huge clouds, the wet rain. Continue reading The Rainforest