A Night under the Kgalagadi Sky

As the blood stained Desert sands Flow across the lands, Wearing patches Of grass tufts Here and there, And the scars Left by dry riverbeds, The Kalahari lions Hunt tonight. Hidden in the shadow Of camel thorn trees, Eyes glowing in the dark Under the bright Full moon. As the spirits Of the ancients Ride the night breeze, Overhead timeless stars Paint stories in the sky, Of Khoisan myths And heritage forgotten. The cunning laugh Of the hyenas Sounds in the air, And voices from the past Breath through images Imprinted on rocks. In this desolate escape Of the Kgalagadi Transfrontier Park, At my campsite fire The wood comes to life, As it dances under the flames Sucking the oxygen That feeds it, Then spitting out sparks Exhaling a light grey smoke. The silence echoes And its tranquility Soothes my soul, Giving me peace of mind And renewing me. I have never been there - but would really love to visit those parts sometime.This captures what i imagine it would be like.