Yearly Assault On the Grasslands
Grasslands felt them a week early,
Knew they were coming,
Heard them from many days off.
Not in a hearing way, more of a spiritual knowing.
Grasslands had keen eyes, and strong feelings,
And a magnificent vibration sensation, that felt things way ahead.
She prepared herself for their assault, it came every year.
The air was pregnant with the thought of them
Several hours before they arrived.
The Wildebeests arrived following the gentle
Rain on Tuesday. They began snorting and
Pawing. The assault on Grasslands beginning once again.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018
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