Duikers (Cavatina) Poem by Gert Strydom

Duikers (Cavatina)



There paths go crooked through the veldt and bush,
they graze on grass,
cropping some of the leaves of smaller trees
before they pass,
at first sight of man plunge into cover;
hunters harass
them in attacking, native groups at night
with some big spotlights that are very bright.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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