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In the Wild

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Post No. 878

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In the Wild

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Driving at a snail’s pace corrugations rattle

As the road runs over arid riverbeds

The scenery loops round and round, over and over

A recording stuck in the groove

Then slowly a change takes place, a small dam ~

A large puddle ~ and just around the bend a trickle

As water dribbles along between giant rocks

Growing gradually longer, wider, stronger

Yet the overall emptiness of the riverbed remained

Small antelope could be seen now and again

The young kicking up their heels with frisky leaps

And majestic posing of adults in their prime

Making us aware of their entitlement and our intrusion

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©Denise G Allen, 05 October 2015 08:32

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Author: adeeyoyo

I am a middle-aged South African woman, living in Johannesburg. I began writing poetry towards the end of May 2010. I love animals – sometimes more than people!

2 thoughts on “In the Wild

  1. What an intriguing metaphor the river makes –
    the part that got me was the getting wider, deeper and still
    just as empty – or the show that we make of all things
    as you touch on in the end there.

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