They own this place. It is day’s end rest

 

The heat lets go

And Sun apologizes just a bit.

Running, such running

Did not materialize a kill

In earlier hours.

Impala.

Too blasted quick 

On those turns.

And warthogs had

Unprecedented pluck

And ugly tusks.

Nevertheless we are coasting

On wildebeest meat.

From two days back.

Lions walked away from

Most of their kill.

‘Magine that?

Piece of cake keeping 

Away the wild dogs.

Vultures did not even try.

Sigh.

Sleep will be good.

Too tired even

To sample tonight’s stars.