Meeting a large caracal
In the middle of the African bush
is something you do not forget
Especially if it has the most beautiful blue eyes
And the largest teeth of any predator you have ever met.
And you are alone without a weapon
And your body is too scared to run
And you wonder if the caracal will begin with your head
Or your back, breaking it so you are helpless
As the eating commences.
Categories:
caracal, animal,
Form: Prose Poetry
This world, never ours alone, but shared with other creatures great and small.
The Earth turns and new dawn comes, and will long after we're gone.
A Sandpiper flitted along the shore and told me so.
We must face a truth that we borrowed these days, you and I,
from benefactors and trustees, unborn and untested, yet will be.
I finally understand now, watching the selfless Caracal's practiced smile..
the tawny red bearded lion basks in the same sunshine.
Touch a heart, lift a soul will you? It's not too late.
For I have faith we are mostly good.
Now listen to the song of nature, be kind..
and don't worry about what never would.
Categories:
caracal, bird, cat, inspirational, nature,
Form: Prose