The snow fell slowly; soft and white.
Building up on freezing ground.
It didn't stop through day or night.
Hiding all and muffling sound.
The sun shone down on the African plain.
The trees and the grass were short of fresh rain.
Giraffes munched slowly from tall thorn bushes.
Hippos in the pool were hid by rushes.
There was a time when might was right
When land was seized and peasants killed
To stay alive you had to fight
Just as your tribal leader willed
Before there were men, or monkeys or mice.
Before the first cow, sheep or goat.
When none of the Earth was covered in ice.
When few creatures had a fur coat.
I came home tired from work and late
And found we had increased by one
A dog had fallen at our gate
As for an owner - there was none