oh HARK 16

On the leaf-littered ground lay a spread eagled figure
 His face was blood stained, and his  clothes were meagre
By his side lay a javelin with a guilty air.
The jungle folk could do nothing but stare.

"Why did you prematurely anoint your javelin with the fat of swine?"
said the hatted one,"anyway, let us celebrate with a jugful of wine."
With all these  shenanigans, the lost one's brain started churning
But he shrugged it off, intrigued by this newfangled  learning.

Was all this real or  was someone   playing  tricks of magic
In his perplexed brain, swirled this question basic.
Now the hatted one ambled toward him with the jug.
 He extended an arm,took the jug with a smile and a shrug.

Suddenly the ground started teeming with  shutterbugs
One brave jug catering to the whims of myriad mugs 
 Of mugs, shutterbugs and a lone jug there was a happy fusion
Adding to the all round confusion.

 A shutterbug shouted ,"come hither sir, to this piece of heritage."
Pointing towards his antique camera," it has seen the world change".
 covering  the camera with a black cloth "do not crinkle your nose 
come here , next to the blood   stained  body and  strike a pose."



"Oh , you are getting annoyingly  persuasive,"the hatted one cursed.
"Can you not see, I am busy, let me take a selfie first".
With these words, the hatted one  towards the body hopped.
 Tossed back his hatted head , smiled, and in his tracks stopped.