Illegal Hunting Poem by Gert Strydom

As a boy I had startled some black men
where they were hunting duiker antelope illegally.
One had a tjotsji-knife that he threw at me
but luckily he did miss and it went into the bark of a tree,
another raised his knobbed-stick to hit with it
but I was carrying a good old pellet spewing air gun
which I did raise to my shoulder to defend myself.
They all thought it to be a.22 rifle
and from their killed antelope they did flee,
leaving a sharpened bicycle spoke,
the dropped knobbed-stick
and the illegal six-inch switchblade
which I did retrieve from the tree.

© Gert Strydom