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...startling basking, ruddy geckos
On the yard-lengths of rugged, bare rock.
Armies of safari ants reinforcing their underground reservoirs for posterity.
Contemptible it is, to court poverty in a sea full of pearls.

The dusty footpaths that dye my eyebrows brown.
Oh! The lush green lawns to roll over!
The golden horizon to behold,
The partially veiled smiling Fire Ball...
Peace and tranquility reigns over the sky  
That which gladdens my heart,
Makes stiff my bones,
Incenses my soul
And tenders my flesh!


That which oozes beauty comes in generous

Raw, naked quantities.
I can't help it!
Am In Love With The Nature!
timona.ildamat@gmail.com ©2013

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