Picture framed by the shrubs and trees,
They moved with such grace and easy.
The background the great Zambezi river,
I could see the hair on their shoulders quiver.
The early morning light a misty haze,
Made the white chests so brightly blaze.
Their sloping stance look ready to run,
As they stand silhouetted by the sun.
Captured like this in the early morn,
They had come to drink at first dawn.
The quiet moment as the sun breaks the crest,
As the African bush awakes from her rest.
The strong curved neck with mane so black,
With sabre curved horns over their back.
For this one fleeting moment I saw this scene,
To hold in my mind or was it a dream.
Email : Pete Barlow