African Warrior
His skin is coated in red ocher,
making it hard for his enemies
to notice him midst termite mounds.
He wears a headdress of cowrie shells
and ostrich feathers, for his battle
is a special day like weddings
and initiation.
His eyes remain as steady as the Sun,
reflecting greatness he sees lying
before him….
……………………………………………………………….
The lion's fur is wildly free in disarray
proudly displaying its untamed nature
to the approaching hunter under the hot sun
The lion yawns blissfully unaware
of the battle that's about to come
to an ordinary day like any other day
a lazy afternoon nap
Yet the lion's instinct is as sharp as a knife
picking up movements in the grass
with its tiny rounded eyes...
(A collaboration with Angeline Haikutwinkle)
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