Camping In The Wild Poem by Walani Ndhlovu

I'm gone to visit the wild
Where the creeping snake
Rashes through the whispering grass
To let his hissing tongue hang out
In search of me, his meal.

My horse shall think she's too old
To be biten by him
For her Poe will crash him dead
And birds shall have a party on him
Then praise shall be given to her.

For how long I shall stay I don't know
For my torch keeps promising to never run out of batteries
As it uses a little mirror
Which photosynthesis during the day
And feeds him ready to stay overnight.

I'm gone to visit the wild
My home I shall leave
In the forest I shall live.