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Thursday, 17 October 2019

An (imaginary) bushveld memoire

The orange moon rise above the hills
The guinea-fowls' good night song echoes
On the other side the horizon
Swallowed the sun
A little mouse scurried across the field
back home to her children
all anticipating what mom's grocery bags will yield
Perched on the branch of a long-dead leadwood
an owl sits its nightwatch duty
The lonesome elephant walks past
Stops for a moment, as if to greet and chat 
Slowly he walks on to the river
And slakes his thirst from the silver moonlight
Content he carries further on
Stops at the Nyala trees
and eats on the leaves to his heart's content
With the background song of the nightjar family


Riana Odendaal
October 2019


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