The Hunter in the Jungle

The bullet from his gun,

Never missed the target,

Lion or Tiger,

His hunting will be the same,

That cloudy night in the jungle,

Raindrops made sounds,

In the pond,

Thought of a thirsty animal,

He fired the bullet,

With a sound of a bullet,

A musical tune was born,

The pond became glorious,

Rocks became musical instruments,

The hunter looked around,

With curious nature,

He moved towards the pond,

Peeping into it,

He became silent,

Someone attacked from the back,

With a knife coated with poison,

The trees holding the knife,

Laughed with leaves,

They know how to protect the animals.