I Did Hear The Staccato Sound Poem by Gert Strydom

I did hear the staccato sound
of a machinegun barking,
in the distance saw wind-devils turning
and saw antelope jumping up and coming down
and we were down-wind.

At the river there was fired
on the hippopotamuses
as if they were the enemy

and between this great cacophonic noise
we did sneak during broad daylight
into the enemy camp
without anyone noticing us
and did spy and scout upon them thoroughly.

© Gert Strydom