A Hemingway Sort of Hike.

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East Africa.
Eleven days here by boat
And train of native bearers.
Quite a feat in this year 1932.
Big game the idea.
Life and death in one’s hands.
Cape buffalo, lion, hyena
The dirty little yipping ****s.
Especially a problem after dark
Eyes shining cunning and malevolence.

Camp set these last four days
Looking up to Kilimanjaro
And clouds as pawns, doting servants
Around the peak.

Guide Nkomo tells me
About leopards.
Likely to be our game and reward.
Cagy, strong, agile.
Tree climbers.
Powerful enough to haul
Heavy capture up a tree
Dead and dangling.
Hope it won’t be Me.
That’s for sure.
Nkomo just laughs it off.
He has stood against four charges.
Fearless.
Younger Brother wasn’t so lucky.

Attacked last October.



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