A Bush Fire

A BUSH FIRE One scorching afternoon, A sudden splintering sound was heard, The nearest was the buffalo herd, They smelt the smoke and felt the heat, And began to charge, they had to beat, The, scorching red hot fire. The monkeys who swing and never tire, Screeched loudly in tongues, Whilst smoke, stole oxygen out of their lungs. A mighty midget the porcupine, Warned chancers that his quills so fine, Would incur great pain Not only a red blood stain, For he dreaded to be turned belly up, And had no intention, of being anyone’s sup! The birds began to fly very high, Away from the smoke, in the sky. The unfortunate tortoise lost his way, And sadly, with his life, had to pay. The giraffe with tall spindly legs Ran wildly destroying nests and eggs, His wildness came from his wrath, And, the chaos along his path. The animals ran faster away from the fire, Whilst the flames leapt higher and higher. A mamba slithered forward next, Whilst a frightened cub looked on perplexed, A Zebra, tripped and broke his back, Causing more confusion in this race track. The springbok and hyena together ran, They were now close to the water pan, The pan was next to a river, Would they make it, Each animal began to quiver, Could the springbok be tomorrow’s lunch, A tree falls with a thud and crunch, Distracting the hyena from his would be munch! The fox cunningly glances from side to side, Nimbly a burning log jumps wide. The lions mouth their cubs gently but tight, As they run from this horrendous plight. But water is in sight! Everyone is close to the finish line, This race has become competitively fine, The crocodiles are savagely waiting to dine! They have spotted their first meal, The frightened perplexed cub hurriedly steal. Only a quarter, Can get into the water. A stampede starts, animals clamber over each other, The young ones protected by their mother. Unfortunately only the strongest will survive, To tell future generations of their strive, Of what it’s like, living a bush veld life.