On The Small Hillock Poem by Gert Strydom

On The Small Hillock



On the small hillock the mist was swirling
opening only here and there
and then suddenly appeared a leopard
sneaking up some sharp edged rocks
as it came nearer and nearer
to a group of baboons
and there was something wild,
something dangerous and innocent to this
before the hunter and its prey
was suddenly swept away
in thick banks of fog.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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