morning mane

Morning dew drench, heat insane. Blisters swell pouched up juice, Breezing through sun scorched bush. Stench of the morning mane. The scent bring fear. Streaks through wet blades, Bring him closer, A heartbeat near. The thorns brush and tear, White teeth stabbing everywhere. Keep still. Stop…. Hear the sound!! My God he’s close, quick look around! We’re being watched! He lies in wait, Upon his pounce, Not a second too late. Eager eyes peer through the mesh. Golden death lies flat aground. One step wrong could be a mess, Adrenalin racing, 200 kilograms pound for pound! Predator supreme, snarling dust, He means business, Speed of light his course is just, Stand fast and face the beast, His rage five metres from me cease!! My God is he beautiful, He knows I’ve come in peace!! Writers comment: my career in the African bush has honored me with some unforgettable experiences.