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The Jungle at Night is Wild beneath the Moonlight. Predators prowl. Rodents run. Man is out of his element.
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Without light, the city looks like it shouldn't exist. Tall rectangular blocks, big shadows frame my sight while I look into the colorful sky. I hear engines around me, trying to find a path in this concrete jungle. While I just stand there and admire what is usually hard to see
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Quickening her steps to match his wide strides, she tried to keep calm as they walked through the jungle at night. He tightened his grip on her hand after she tried to break free from his grasp.
"We had to leave the cave behind the waterfall - your husband has found out where we were."
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"Don't go into the jungle," the villagers said. "Stay away from the vines & trees." They were not wanted there; they would find only claws & teeth.
But Danai was not fooled. The wilderness called her, whispering in the voice of a lover, beckoning her onward, welcoming her into the green. #hbp125
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In the horrors of the night
We sneak
Our thoughts
Out from
Daytime hiding spots
Night is the time of cat burglars
Stalkers
Malice
Moon affected moods
That's just in cities though
With its wild imaginings of Nature
Being Horror
The jungle at night
Is a peaceful place
Full of Attenboroughs
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Something buzzing as the moon glows, falling through the leaves. In the tent, Carlton and Henderson try to get some shuteye. Eventually they doze off. Later, Henderson awoke, feeling itchy. He started to scratch. Then Carlton joined him.
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Here, deep in the canopy, a sloth, having consumed a mildly hallucinogenic leaf, contemplates the nature of gravity. Below, the river dolphins engage in an elaborate courtship ritual that can only be described as 'deeply inappropriate for daytime television.' This… is the Amazon—After Dark.
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Another part of the trial Jin had to accomplish was surviving the jungle at night. Surprised that his nine tailed fox friend came back, he kept her around. He wasn't sure if this was allowed, however the fox managed to save his life from the wild wolves. #hbp125
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Darkness falls over the jungle like a threadbare blanket, allowing specks of starlight to peek through. I think about New York City, of all things. The humming symphony of insects like the horns and sirens of home. The rich fans of leaves form a skyline that hides me as much as it blinds me. #hbp125
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He sauntered to the dimly lit bar with a smile like a tiger who had spotted some unwary prey on the moonlit jungle floor. His pride was only slightly wounded when she spoke before he even sat down.
"No thanks; I don't talk to sketchy old men at bars."
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You’re in for a fright 😱
The air is thick, the moon hides tight.
Leaves whisper, something creeps,
A distant howl, a hiss beneath 🐍
Eyes flicker, shadows sway,
A shape moves—too fast to stay.
The ground slithers, the air hums tight—
You, my friend, are in the jungle at night 🌙
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The jungle at night
roars thru her dreams;
releases the fright
and blows out the seams
of the shadows deep-lurking
beneath the Soul's light,
and finds all those living
In the jungle at night.
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Damp.
The humidity clings to skin as much as the nocturnal insects, who huddle up for warmth.
All the calls of the nighttime fill the air, and it is not quiet but lively, filled out from valley wall to river flow.
The predators, though, are unheard until their prey screams.
It never rests.
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Feb 28 #BlueSky #haiku , from posts by @cronaj.bsky.social, @gaza2025.bsky.social, @halfbakedprompts.bsky.social:
At what point do I
tell you that I am one of
The jungle at night
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A skitter
Somewhere near
A mighty roar
As my heart soars
Wanting to hide.
What am I doing?
Animals see better
In darkness
I have not
Enough finesse
I have not a chance
As I hear the roar
Come closer
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No light, only sounds, and the smell of damp earth.
And families united in dens, on branches, among the grasses.
And eyes and ears that study the darkness in fear, in anticipation: in every eye the restlessness of survival, in every ear the rustle of life all around.
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Roots claw upward,
twisting moonlit cries,
the jungle exhales in knots of dark,
where undergrowth chants
in fearful tongues—
shadows disintegrate
in the rustle of lurking shapes,
as vines coil like ancient serpents,
too tangled to hiss or unravel.
Night sinks deeper
into soil's cold grip.
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Be careful of the jungle. It weighs your heart against its shrouded roots.
Friend or foe?
Eyes peer from the shadows. Agitated chirps and growls impatiently waiting for the spirit’s decree. Moonlit leaves dance in time with fireflies. Inspecting you. Are you fearful, dear adventurer?
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"Psspss!"
Silence. That is, the silence of nothing except what I'm looking for.
"Psspsspsssst!"
Bugs, wind, clacking branches, and a multitude of life I'm blind to.
"Pssp-"
Eyes. Two eyes glowing in front of me.
"There you are!"
Eyes. Three eyes glowing in front of me. Too big.
"Oh shi-"
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Photo: Unnerving, the dark, mysterious jungle stretching into the distance. Source: shankar s. from Dubai, united arab emirates, CC BY 2.0 <https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0>, via Wikimedia Commons
Imagery: The jungle at night. #hbp125
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