Moonlight Through Poem by Major Elazia

I take a slow breath and follow the path of a meteorite as it drowns itself in the shadow of the nights. I have no reason to frown as the little stars twinkle in the sky make me smile. I can hear the hooting of the owl and the sleepy cackling of the Savannah guinea fowl. In the distance from the distance of the village I can hear the howling of an injured wild dog frolicking for food in the dump-site. Then the chill of the silence of the night settles over the land.

I rise from my bed and walk to the window, I shed away the sleep from my head and steady my hands on the window sill. There is beauty in the darkness when the little clouds give way to the moon's urge to have her light touch the flora and fauna at this midnight hour.

The moonlight coming through my window reveals a majestic giraffe feeding on the acacia leaves on the tree tops. Unfazed by the thorns the elegant long-necked animal enjoys its hearty meal as a dazed weaver bird takes off from the tree, disturbed by the unwanted guest, a black mamba snake, but her eggs can't fly.

A jumbo family is seen in the horizon, silhouetted against the faintly lit skyline of the plains. This is the African night, a paradise of modern day retreat, and never a repetition of the yells and bellows of drunk lunatics in the poorly aired dance-halls and clubs of town... (to be continued)