The golden brown jackal
Often see I
Passing by,
Slipping through
With the swift steps
The jackal,
The golden brown
Brownish,blackish jackal
Appearing from the burrows
In search of food
During the night time
And slipping past swiftly
Into the bushes,
To the lonely tracts
The jackal,
The golden brown
Brownish, blackish jackal
With the glowing-glowing eyes,
Deep and burning,
Burning deep and lighting
From far
Vanishing into,
Disappearing so fast
Taking to secluded domains,
The wild forest tracts
Full of exotic flora and fauna,
The animal world
So full of awe and suspense.

© Bijay Kant Dubey

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