Listen, earthen and hear the call, wikkity-tak-too.
Deep the jungle, the vines so long, the monkeys swing through.
Above, the birds; beneath, the ants; behind is yesterday.
Beyond, the beast; he waits for me, the weak the slow the prey.
Time to die.
Awake, you vermin and hear the call, wikkity-tak-tay.
Dark the dawn, the canopy hung low, the sunlight kept at bay.
Beyond, the beast; tooth and claw, a mythic Bengal king.
Before him I wait, rifle in hand, ready for the spring.
Time to kill.
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