Interlude
For those of you weary of the death and destruction brought to you from Mother Nature (last chapter here), well, here is a piece of prose, kindly donated by that master of the spoken word, written from somewhere up high... Nick Robb.
Hopefully this will brighten up your day before the next episode of blood and guts drops onto your reading device with a 'beep' tomorrow morning...
The Bloody Mara
Every morning
as I sleep
my phone gives a little
electronic beep
And over breakfast
I love to hear
an update on the slaughter
down in Tanzania
Sent by……and yes
I know it sounds weird
Joy Adamson reborn free
but with a straggly beard
Or the stuff of which
legends are made
Daktari with a camera
and a hearing aid
Who walks his or her days
under African skies
alongside Annick
and her tsetse flies
That gloriously expert
safari wife
she knows all the words
to “The circle of life”
How I’ve loved the photos
of beautiful birds
dusted with such eloquent
and sonorous words
But in every blog
this is always when
it’s back to the “bloody” river
here we go again
Where basking crocs ponder
well what could be finer
we run a Michelin flippin’ starred
swim through diner
Awaiting the world’s
largest moveable feast
of three million
suicidal wildebeest
Cried a half eaten calf
“If only…..We had a bridge”
cackled a crocodile back
“And if only…..We had a fridge”
Whilst watching the locals
on each other dine
muttered Phil “Did I hear mention
of a bottle of wine?”
“But don’t anybody worry
I’ll be taking it slow”
as his pith helmet overflowed
with South African Pinot
Washed down with Amarula
now he’s clearly drunk
just have a read of his ramblings
concerning an elephant’s trunk
Nick Robb
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