Sunday, April 17, 2011

Straw





A thin layer of windswept straw holds back the dusty brown earth from meeting the clear blue sky.
This thin layer sustains a million prancing wildebeest, demure zebras, nervous gazelles and indifferent elephants.
The parched earth soaks up blood from mutilated carcasses of buffaloes and zebras while lions, hyenas and vultures spar over a justified death.
A scrawny cheetah casts a long shadow in the amber light of the setting sun, warily listening to the unnerving calls of the lions and hyenas, having lived through another luckless hard day chasing down impalas.
Bat eared foxes hungrily examine termite mounds, mounds that stand out like islands in an ocean of grass
Crowned cranes serenade in the evening light while guinea fowls scramble to their daily perches
A masai clad in a red shawl saunters by, spear in hand, just another predator among other predators.
Cattle trample past, displacing gazelles and giraffes, invaders among natives.
Far away on the horizon, a fire lights up a star studded moonless night, hungrily lapping up vast stretches of tinder dry fodder.
A "Chucking" nightjar hawks around, grabbing fleeing insects, while a jackal is working hard trying to move her week old litter.
The first light reveals a charred landscape, devoid of life that held the land together.