Friday, 30 December 2011

Meeting Someone Famous

Meeting someone famous can be a nerve-wrecking thing
Especially if it is someone known for killing…….
So one day without an appointment with said Mr. Famous
I came to meet the one known as Africa’s most dangerous

Chilled out and walking in the beautiful African bush
When my sixth sense sensed that something is amiss
eyes peeled and looking even behind  like a chameleon, frozen and throbbing pulse
Where and what is this thing which my senses tell me is around

Suddenly out of “nowhere” dashed this very long black reptile
Something; what exactly I do not know; hopefully not me
Invaded his personal space and triggered his irritation level
I was just too grateful to not be in the way of the bite

…. Otherwise I would not be here writing you the story of the Black Mamba

Fear Stricken in Talamati

One beautiful starry night in the Talamati Hide
I sat and watched the creatures and some water birds
As you would say nothing happened really;
However somewhere in the not too far away darkness
Horror upon horrors came upon an impala family

I had to know though because just earlier that night
The madala baboon told his family with plight
To stay near because danger is so very near

The earth suddenly shuddered with fear
Soon I was to see although only in part
The ecological system played out before me
The shape of fear stricken impala running for life
And short on its heels was a muscled strong hungry leopard

Emotions should not interfere when this is observed
For this is normal and anyways which side are you taking
As much as this is rather gross and shocking
It is truly a memory that will stay with me