Voice of nature
When at break day of a riverside
I hear the jungle drums telegraphing
The mystic rhythm, urgent, raw
Like bleeding flesh, speaking of
Primal youth and the beginning
I see the panther ready to pounce
The leopard snarling about to leap
And the hunters crouch with spears poised.
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