Endangered species

The wind’s currents shifted in my direction
The scent of the last man standing was at the intersection
Of the jungle, completely covered by trees and moss
Felt as though I was at a total loss of words
I could hear the sound of the birds
Guiding me to the florescent light
His aroma still present, yet far from my eye’s sight
On his trail sniffing him out, like a hound dog
Thoughts interrupted by the croak of a bullfrog
What’s that? I hear a voice behind me
But it is not a voice of a human being
On an expedition to find him, I explore
On my trail is a beast, a wild bore
How is it that the huntress becomes the hunted?
As my body gave chase
With a surefire sprint I was destined to win this race
As sure as I was in heart to catch up to this man
The hiss of the cobra snake foiled my minds well thought out plan
My body giving way, found myself on my back
With a wild bore on one end, cobra snake on the other, I was under attack
Just as I was counting my blessings I looked up at the trees
To my surprise a hand was reaching out to me
Swooped me up in the air as if I was his prey
Came to my rescue, in the darkest of my dismay
The last man on earth found me, instead of me finding he
And this endangered species and I, was about to engage in creating his new legacy

Written by Marcia S. McNeill