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Dusk in Africa


The calm of the jungle at dusk,

The soft sounds of creatures

Returning from the waterhole, spent:

Crackling branches, bodies brushing

Against dry bushes as they went.


Silence descended slowly as night fell.

We sat relaxed around the fire,

At ease in the surrounding peace,

Sipping our after-dinner drinks

And dreaming of the morrow.



RROOAARR!  The second, a demanding bellow

Then a series of grunts to follow:

GRUNT, GRUNT, grunt, grunt, g r u n t…

Fading slowly until dead…

Silence dropped heavily back in the hollow

And we all retreated to bed.


©DGA 24 January 2012 09:33