A long muddy trail
Leaves painted with dust
Scorched earth; and today -
Blessed with rain.
One prowling eye,
A starving cub,
One leaping Impala-
A bloodied carcass ,a feast.
Mist shrouds the night
The sun bakes the day
Nothing here is constant
Nothing but change.
A lone pugmark marks the soil,
A single Leopard crouches low,
One lone pachyderm arrives,
Leaves, nothing for miles.
A fish eagle soars the sky,
One beady eye fixed on food.
A piercing wail-
A bird calls from a ghost tree.
A skull decorates the grass.
A crocodile aches for body warmth.
All who walk here,
Walk alone.
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4 comments:
So true... you have such a wonderful way of expressing yourself. Please keep writing.
feels like i am right there....alone......
good
Beautiful. That was a very vivid picture you painted.
Souds smells n feels like Africa! my most loved land! read thru the hands of wilbur smith
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