Come and see the African dawn at my house - pink band,
by night's last hold,
encircles the muffled horizon. Motionless trees -
umbrella shaped. Strange forms - silent on the
open veld pattern the path where African dawn
gently steps to earth.
Creatures - four pawed,
stretch painted bodies slowly toward the watering place,
down below the trees. Hippos bellow from river's
watery banks: Come - come all
while waters are still
and fresh for drink - last sun come fast,
and we hippos muddy
to escape sun's blistering heat.
Morning ritual ripples in the bush -
big ones, little ones -
edge their way - selecting friends, spotting foes,
tending young, coupling together for warning
if there be need
at the watering hole - these creatures of quiet
unveil the world - washing, refreshing glossy coats
of many patterns designed to trick your eye
and false intent. Prowling, stalking, playing,
training, sleeping, evading - yet, the water hole is
morning to them all, welcomed by the pink prelude
of the day!
On painted walls
dawn never fades - but changes hue with
sun's course through the walled glass doors. Carved lions, elephants,
leopards, rhinos, giraffe,
and zebra - and gazelle -
hippos, waterhogs, and
stolid-horned buffalo roam their ways about
the house - aloof in hiding places -
family groups placed together, by loving fingers - that understand.
Fingers of all ages -
with stories to tell of African dawn playing pink lights
on wild wonders
in my home.