Sensing the Rains
There's a stirring within the herd
They sense the rains are on their way
Lush pastures their thinking conferred
Soon masses in migration display
Such desires go so undeterred
Marching bovidae, determination
The Serengeti's their destination
Columns roam like wandering shadows
Skirted by Zebra and Grant Gazelles
Dust clouds in airborne throw
With each mile these masses swell
God's gift will soon be bestowed
Upon a clearing appears the Grumeti River
Next if we endured we'd surely shiver
Banks of steep, foaming rapids thunder
Crocodileans surface peer, awaiting
Whom goes first is sure to be plundered
Will the next escape this frenzied sating
Or dragged torn twisted, surface under
Carnivorous carnage amidst crimson flow
Still there are hoards this migration shows
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Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2015
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