We spent a week
one four hour afternoon
watching a leopard
under a tree,
perusing impalas,
entering stage right.
A few drift by him.
Safely? Nervously!
A male impala, horns curved
sands his ground a mere
20 feet away – facing off.
The “Lamb stands with the Lion”.
Enter two elephants and
three giraffes, stage left.
They smell invisible danger.
The wallow pit is dry anyway.
They turn back
never facing the leopard.
Wart hogs enter stage right.
The leopard finally darts out
as we watch giraffes.
He misses and lies in the wallow
atonishingly blending into the greys.
The leopard returns to his stump
lounging as if in a bathtub,
legs draped like vines over the edges,
silently announcing danger
to the foliage eaters one and all.
And the food chain, familiar to us all
at many levels, goes on.
Lizette Estelle Stiehr
Dedicated to Chris Vaisvil and his comment
“the week we spent that afternoon”.
The first of my own Africa pictures here!
All of your poems from South Africa take me there...thank you!!!!
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