Spare the Spear.

The Zebra round here are ubiquitous

Their black and white stripes are indicitous

No two are alike

None ride a bike 

To call them horses is ridiculous.

 

Old bike, hobby horse style, home-made, wooden – even the wheels – two.

A dirt road, the back of nowhere.

Corrugated iron shacks.

Stop for a picnic, there is always company.

 

‘Giraffes are boring’.

They aren’t.

The person talking is.

Or maybe it’s his wife.

 

Can we look at another sparrow?

Had enough of the Cheetahs?

 

Did they ask the herder?

He had a branch, a stick and a spear.

The branch was for flies – there are many.

The stick for posture and guidance.

The spear?

 

Lions.

Three females, two males, four cubs .

Only a month old.

 

Cheetahs?

Dozing.

Mother – 8 years old.

Three kids, daughter and two sons.

Three years old.

Ready to sprint.

Watching the cows.

Watching the spear.