Poem: Jaguars

 Bismillah...

In between the forest night, 

When I went to camp, 

Rustling of bushes, 

Was what I heard, 

In the dead of the night. 

Rustle. Rustle! 

Again! 

This is exactly what I heard! 

In the night. 

But had I gone to sleep, 

In my tent. 

Waiting for the morning. 

So it might gobble up my fears. 

When I was sleeping in my tent, 

I heard a roar that shook my heart, 

I sat up as fast as a spring. 

And dared to look out of my tent's window. 

And what I saw, was a jaguar. 

I hope you liked this poem. 

Salam, 

Sidra