Hunt

Use my creative hand for what?
          I have so many visions
                    they will take a lifetime
                              and more and more
                                        to decipher.
However, I have begun a map of the jungle
          I’ve fallen in love with the swamp
                    I’ve climbed trees of disbelief
                              I’ve eaten in sociability
                                        experimentally human.
I am the black cat of the humid jungle
          lightfoot dreamer in the night —
                    round every corner I prowl and gleam
                              luminous green-eyed being
                                        my fur crackles and trickles in vibe
                                                  drumbeats in the jungle
                                                            far off signal —
                                                  the hunt is on.
Something lurking in the night
          a starlit imagination
                    a silver moon
                              a decisive intent.