Poetry

Wild Dogs of Africa

By 1st September 2010December 9th, 2019No Comments

Until the Hunt

Pulsating heat on
painted dogs, relentlessly
fingers the hushed shade
of the Kopjes, where they rest
till the shadow of dusk cries.

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If Only…

They kill to eat, to feed the next generation
Not out of greed or for self gratification
They care for the young, the injured, the sick
Do not abuse, mistreat, just to turn a trick
If only man was as blameless…

Jan Hedger

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