At The Okavango Swamp - Poem by Gert Strydom
It was in the Okavango swamp
that the dark ghoul came at night
and passed so near
that I could smell its stinking breath.
Every morning the four-toed tracks
lay in the sand
everywhere in the camp
where it came to break into
what ever it could find.
With powerful jaws and premolars
made for crushing bones
it gnawed into anything
that it could lay jaws on.
Till one night that the dog like
with black spots
got a shocking surprise
and I saw yellow eyes glowing
while it draw closer and closer
like a hysterical human laughing
and walked straight into
an electrified wire
fitted to a couple of landrover
and four by four batteries
running around the camp
and blue white sparks flew
and covered that hyena
like a character
in a computer game
it was covered in lightning
and it howled and howled
rising in pitch
and never came back again.
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