Jungle Morning, Deadly Dance

Jungle morning; deadly dance, 
jungle tales of rave romance, 
I have heard a wondrous tale 
 deep in jungle plush and rare. 

 Songbird nests atop a tree 
 singing songs in dawning glee. 
 Her little brood two hatch bright, 
 three small eggs she warms at night. 

 Slinky Viper slides and peeks 
 craving Songbird weeks and weeks. 
 Clever Viper must have cause 
 to crush Songbird in his jaws. 

 Songbird sees a lowly worm 
 swoops and takes him to her home, 
 there she feeds him to her brood, 
 worm is neatly sliced in two. 

 Viper witnessed brutal act 
 testy he will quick react. 
 He slides up to songbird host 
 with deceptions naive boast. 

 Songbird squeals with great alarm, 
 she knows Viper means great harm 
bravely waves her wings at him, 
 Viper molting very grim. 

 Are you here to hurt my young, 
 day is new and just begun, 
 we just sing sweet melody 
 to the jungle from my tree? 

 Viper calls the heinous crime! 
 Viper brings the deed to mind, 
 you have killed an earthen worm 
 now will rain my slaying storm. 

 Songbird says we need to eat 
 so that we may sing and tweet. 
 What is lowly worm to thee, 
 Viper hanging in the tree? 

 Viper had come well equipped 
 with venomous steady hiss, 
 I was told by earth mother 
 to avenge little bother. 

 Songbird knew that this was lie 
 but saw death in Viper eye, 
 so she pleaded for their life 
 and asked Viper for his price. 

 Viper thought down very long; 
 he is slender, he is strong. 
 Viper is a gaming snake 
 Songbird’s spirit he would break. 

 Songbird sings of sun and sky 
 azure blue and mountain high, 
 you must sing of deep despair 
 or your lives I will not spare. 

 Songbird looked inside her heart 
if with something black to start. 
 Songbird’s soul was whitened pure. 
Songbird trembled quite unsure. 

 Viper poised for his attack, 
 Songbird coursed a throaty crack 
 then she sang a song of pain 
death echoing each refrain. 

 Viper jolted then amazed 
Songbird singing hellish lays! Viper now had lost his bet 
 anxious paused with slimy sweat. 

 Then a cold rage filled his mind 
 years he was made to wind 
 only feeling savage lust 
on his stomach in the dust. 

 He remembered tales of young 
 with his hand he lit the sun 
 shining high in heaven's glove 
 knowing how it felt to love. 

 He recoiled in his ball 
 then he raised his belly tall, 
his demon eyes blackened holes 
 dripping fangs now full exposed. 

 Before Songbird could escape 
 Viper drunk for savage rape 
 he bit fast his fury hard 
 ripping meat and tender lard. 

 He struck and gnawed, ripped and razed 
 in bloodletting he was crazed 
 rage gave way to common sense 
 he was choking on himself. 

 Blinded by his ancient hate 
 when he chose his mortal fate, 
 he did not strike Songbird’s wail 
 he was eating his own tail. 

 Viper dead fell from the branch 
 failing yet a second chance, next day morning clear and bright 
 jungle thriving in the light. 

 Songbird stalls her happy song 
 pondering her youngest born 
 now she coos a saddened tune 
 in the jungle in the gloom.