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I awaken in the dead of night,
protected by the jungle.
stepping cautiously along the ground
avoiding all things fungal.

I hear a swarm of bees approaching,
my wonderland is being haunted.
I turn to face my vicious enemies,
They are rapid and daunting.

I hold my breath and shut my eyes,
waiting for anger to pounce.
I turn to see a wonderous sight,
only fireflies having a flounce.

I play with the lights until I am blind,
laughter fills my lungs.
im lovingly hugged by many hands
and licked by many tongues.

So the rain does pour.
and I play some more
and the happiness kills my throat.
I dance and sing
to the jungle morning
and sleep when my tears runs cold.