Jungle Run

’Twas a dark and stormy Tampa Bay night.
I needed hard exercise, so despite
Slippery concrete and steady rain
(And convincing myself that I was sane)
Slipped into the night - peace I was seeking.
But limpkins were loud - squawking and shrieking.
Ran around the lake; heard gators, too.
(Sometimes the lakeshore resembles a zoo.)
Got home, rehydrated, enjoyed a snack.
After a bath, crawled into my sack.
Running for health is my ritual nightly.
Rains went away, and the moon smiled brightly.

Will Walsh