The Safari

The golden dust, the scent of coming rain, The rising sun on the vast and open plain. A canvas painted in ochre, green, and gold, A story ancient, and so bravely told. The engine hums, a low and patient sound, As the jeep goes searching for hallowed ground. A silhouette of giraffes, tall and serene, A living image on a wild and endless scene The mighty lions, a sun-soaked tawny pride, Hidden in the grasses where their instincts guide. A leopard's shadow, elusive and so rare, Sliding through the thicket with a quiet, watchful stare. The trumpeting echo of the elephant's call, As families wander, moving free and tall. A wildebeest stampede, a blur of motion swift, A thundering promise, a primal, moving gift. And when the twilight paints the sky anew, With fiery hues of crimson and deep blue, The campfire crackles, a low and steady glow, With jackals barking in the dark, and stars that grow. The stillness settles, vast, deep and wide, The wildness stirring, with nowhere left to hi...

Struggles

Twenty four lunar cycles and more

Babble is constant, silence is speech

Most have a ton, none yet we see

Eye contact a taboo

Touch he yearns


Attention span is fleeting

Solitary play unbridled

Evasive maneuvers the rule

Some days are sunny

Most days are dim


Nature or nurture, not one can say

Accident or not

More questions remain

Answers are sparse

Denials appealing


Too early for certain, but differences endure

What can one do?

Shout or scream an option

To cry in silence, what if the tear drum is empty?


Opinions are swell

Entertain hope is all

Despair avoid

Optimists embrace 

Naysayers circumvent

For only time will tell


 







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