The raging rogue elephant trumpeting fury
charged up the golden hill, scattering
a pack of hypocritical jackasses braying,
and claimed the radiant glory of the sunrise
for his bedraggled, starving herd below.
Baboons howled in wonder and dismay
hunkering beneath the dustfall’s silence.
The wind blew the crack in time away,
and chilled hearts warmed by light of day.
Thunder in the valley
wind upon the hill,
hunters in the shadows
panting for a kill.
Stillness in the treetops
quaking at the roots,
coolness at the river
swallowing the mute.
9 November 2016