found it! plains of africa part (5) the young cheetah siblings peered out from their hideaway. they were waitimg for mother to appear out of the horizon. eager for her distinct shoulder blades jutting up into the setting sun. they were hungry and thirsty, but they knew better not to move without mother. but where could she be? it had been two days by the older brother's calculations. while cleaning his sister he smells a familiar tummy rumbling scent. turning his head towards the water hole he notices a vulture half submerged and dying in the sitting water. he decides to risk it. he springs then sprints towards the dying morsel, but the vulture still barely aware. lifts itself away to safety. the cheetah cub knowing it's meal is now a memory in his dehydrated nose opts to take a quick drink. one two three laps of moisture then back to his sister. finishing he turns to see a pack of wild dogs coming to drink and size him up. he's fast enough to get back to his sister, but that would be the end of them both. he sits licking the last living drops of water clear from his lips before they tear him appart. his sister looks on too parched to cry, too smart to meowl. across the water hole under a shady cypress. she notices a male rhino sniffing at the horn and bones of his stripped mate. the right back hoof has a dark stain upon it. her brother now torn to pieces died quietly and bravely. she's still hungry. the sun has fallen below the tall grass. the sky burns unaware and majesticly. mother is no were to be found.
lovely poem smart and original!


morning z, thankyou..i dislocated my thumb surfing this weekend, and every movement THROBS! ouch... this grand ole opry above is as splendid as dark angels face...i love this poem it is a 'skeleton key' and penetrates with a sink factor 'icarus' your writing is both acute and wise with just enough child like curiousity to save the church. you, d.a, razora, and shaskowski..to name a few..are reason enough for me to keep on keeping on..i appreciate the way you observe the universe, and i learn from your descriptions and hidden discoveries, and the others i've mentioned above also do that in spades..i need to smoke a joint now,and gets some coffee, god bless the sneezers! carry on. 

god bless the sneezers! they need it. sorry about your thumb. i spent yesterday floating in a lake, talking about riptides with divers. nary a wave to be seen, but plenty o'sun, and time to think.

It's good. 8. In fact, it's very good. I like it a great deal. I wouldn't reach orgasm over it as someone else seems to have done, but it's certainly worth a read again and again.

interesting, but. Hmm. I don't get the 3x-teed waddler.