Whistling with the evening breeze...
Whistling with the evening breeze. Strolling under the twittering avian characters Swinging on the Olerai boughs... The flamboyant “MOOHs!” and bleats, As herds drive home after a day of plenty, yonder the craggy creeks. A happy chorus the milk sings to the gourd when they meet, Drop after drop...escorting a great African banquet. Smiles so real and meaningful...the benign kith and kin. The smoke billows of a thousand manyattas growing on the plain; The balmy and humble earth to laze on. The hovering million dragon flies Dressing the dusking sky, Against the intimidating bluish hilly backdrop. The gushing cataract Hippos squirting water through their nostrils The wading ducks downstream Plump zebra herds browsing Feasting wildebeests and the foraging giraffes The strutting pride...and dancing cubs. Peeping, snarling cheetahs whetting their claws on The dry barks of the ground-hugging trees... The slithering grass snake...st