Savannah Ink

…a revision courtesy of a comment from Chad

This poem bares its teeth: a hyena,
laughter breaking in jagged bursts,
circling the margins,
menace felt in scuffling shadows.

From the dust it stirs, 

half-laughter, half-watch,
a shuffle of shadows 

breaking into frisk

rising upright: a meerkat,
eyes darting across horizons,
paws quick in sudden scurry,
a hesitant vigil before burrowing.

Between circling and scurry,
menace and play intertwine,
scarfing fragments into chorus
stretching across Savannah plains.

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Reviews

[Lorry]

I wonder if this was truly your thinking or might perchance have been caused by doodling a hyena in the margins?
If like me then I already know the answer. So if you ever read a piece of mine about eyes or cartoon people then you know my secret! 😀
And yes, i too heard the hyena laugh at your mere mention of it, but don't worry, I managed to peel myself off the ceiling at imagining it standing behind me as I read it.
😀

[redd Brick Keshner]

Thanks, Lorry, for the solidarity and sharing the hilarity that ricochets off the darkness. I am truly blessed. 🙏🕊️