Jungle
every day he goes
to the door
to look through the peephole
there’s a jungle behind the door
numerous colors promenading here and there
from one end of the peephole to the other
there are throats he can imagine the noise they make
and claws of wild animals he can feel their soothing paws them having walks on his body
there are eyes looking back at him
raindrops blurring the view
peephole is too small
so he opens the door
and all he can see is the dull hall of his apartment building
to the door
to look through the peephole
there’s a jungle behind the door
numerous colors promenading here and there
from one end of the peephole to the other
there are throats he can imagine the noise they make
and claws of wild animals he can feel their soothing paws them having walks on his body
there are eyes looking back at him
raindrops blurring the view
peephole is too small
so he opens the door
and all he can see is the dull hall of his apartment building