” Poetry haunts my soul
Poetry flies thru the thickets,
On a hot desert drive
Daring the mamba to come dance
With the cunny hawks hovering the sky”
1.
Masked tribesmen bother the Lions sleep, huuthuut- hututu
Down the thickets of the bushland strange music of the birds play
They sing, they say…
Wai-oo, wai-oo take me home, fly away
2.
Songs of happy children, rendition of a thousand bullfrogs
The choir of Natures solemnity, grace the quiet darkness
Meanwhile the shepherds sleep, the nights waste
Man, flora, fauna and spirits, all try to rest
3.
To lands tucked away in far places, where the cultures differ
Stay ladies who dance with hands on their slim waists
They swirl, they turn, all in fine haste
To make fun, they laugh at the mens restlessness…
