At the bottom of the foodchain
Dust rises steadily
The antelope wags her tail
And dashes on sighting the leopard
Hip hop hip hop
Through the heath
and across the dead river
Her kids were on this side
But not in sight now
She stops and looks
Right, left then right again.....
Nowhere were they!
She still stares as the leopard approached fast
like a bullet from the snipers nozzle
In a distant
Two pretty
Golden stripped younglings appear
And the leopard changes his mind
On the choice of dinner
Then the antelope wails
And tears sparkle in her eyes.
YOU ARE READING
road to nowhere.... somewhere...
PoetryIt's an agreed coalition of the willing! Airlines agreeing to feed the "esteemed travellers" with miniature stuff, nations hoarding gas and water to pass a UN resolution at Newyork, Geneva, Nairobi and Vienna. We are all playing "house" .
