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