THE MASTERS OF THE MARA.
The horizons glamour by the evening rays of the sun,
Days gone since the drizzles from the heaven filled mud,
All over the vast plains of the jungle.
Wild animals migrating from the Serengeti,
Are about to fill the Mara,
With the old and young masters in waiting,
For bumper visit of the wild beasts; zebras and gazelles.
Mother Master lies in waiting,
While father master Hoovers deeply with an intent,
An intent to get the olfaction of a far approaching tired heard,
The waiting is tactical, to catch the “visitors” unawares,
And as such, like a hunters trap,
Have the first huge meal in weeks,
Since the fierce fires ate the grass with relish,
Leaving the masters and the subjects in pure agony.
With the drizzles and rains a few days gone,
The land had regained its beauty
Left greener than ever, a pure beauty with natural touch.
The elephants lie with anxiety,
Knowing that this is their ‘time,’
With the poachers planning their siege, to catch the huge ones,
Unfortunately, their mind sways from green twigs to their young ones,
None of the poachers threats with them.
The masters lie anxiously,
Knowing the elephants are more than subjects,
And as they wait,
The heard approaches vastly,
Building a complete park.
Soon, the game of hunting,
And soon, the caravans headed there,
Just for a moment to appreciate and enjoy nature.
END. Geoffrey Ndege; ndegegeofrey@gmail.com