Okavango sunset makes it's mark
As daylight turns to dark
The Zebras walk towards it's set
Instinctively knowing were they've meet
A stripe here a zag there
Confusion to the Lion over there
His eyes afire from hunger inside
Watching on their every stride
Confused Lions wait to see
Any slight of a weak knee
Ah - their it is - a hobble we see
The table is set for my family
A nice poetic imagination, Nick. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks
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I would like to translate this poem
Okavango sunset makes it's mark As daylight turns to dark The Zebras walk towards it's set Instinctively knowing were they've meet.. This is really beautiful dear poet......... lions and ´ballad. tony