There runs he...
Hungrily through the precarious bush-veld.
Growling for prey
but none to be seen.
Cubs run and play,
but lion and lionesses are not seen.
What a summers day
as elephants quench their thirst thoroughly
at the wide wavy lake.
Bang, he falls,
then mourns out loud.
Oh, what a surprise!
Hunters are seen.
There is he,
dragged by them to their huts
and hanged,
He dries up,
they cheer up.
"Delicious dry meat," says them.
© Keshlin Naidoo
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Grade 11
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