Beyond the garden
Again, that noise from the jungle.
He straightened in his garden,
that neat, square little patch
behind his smart, small cottage
with its chintz curtains,
and well-behaved, curling plume of smoke,
stared intently,
past the pristine bird table
at the lush foliage, starting
just beyond
his beautifully clipped privet hedge,
and asked himself
What was that noise?
Ah, the jungle,
so puzzling and fascinating,
compelling, intriguing,
sometime dangerous,
always enticing.
He put his spade down
neatly.
Took off his shirt
carefully.
Stripped off the rest slowly,
leaving a tidy pile
and walked into the jungle
naked
again.
winston plowes
Sun 6th Feb 2011 10:41
loved the close contrast between the two worlds and the human transition from one to another. If the forest were the sea we might have a Reggie Perrin parallel. What will happen in pt 2? Win.