Jungles

It's overwhelming me, the static in the trees. The sun is burning me, there is no cooling breeze. We don't belong to ourselves, at the mercy of the cats We belong to places, to places. Strong and brave courageous, our tiger faces. I crouch down low and freeze, the leaves are shuffling. Lips curl away from teeth, she has been prowling me. We don't belong to ourselves, they've been planning their attack. We belong to what we came from, leaving home will be a struggle. Wearing masks and beating war drums won't equip us for these jungles.