A fleeting shadow on the wall, what do you make of that? Another and another joins this swirling mass of bat. Fortuitous destruction, they swarm across the lake. What an impressive undulating constant stream they make. They go to eat mosquitos in the farther fields they roam, leaving only guano here closer to their home. The wellbeing they foster, I fear is far afield. Here at home there’s not a single benefit they yield. They sleep by day then hurry off on nightly winged weavings, leaving me, with broom and scrub brush, dealing with their leavings.
One ungainly orphan elephant, wandering and uncertain of where his journey’s leading him, comes upon a curtain of mist that rises from the plain, shimmering, evanescent. The stars now muted overhead, the moon a fuzzy crescent. He splits the curtain, comes upon a lone and lost impala split off from the herd during some wild stampeding gala. They form a duo and plod on, each looking for a herd. Such an unlikely couple. Impossibly absurd. And yet they struck a certain chord, each one with the other. She was the sister that he lacked, and he her missing brother. One thing led to another. She fit him like a glove, and before they knew it, the two were fast in love. When the baby came, it looked a bit like a nyala, a bit like a rhinoceros––an elephantiala!!
A dog just needs something to chase and lacking a car to chase, given a friendly arm to throw it, sticks work just fine. Those bottles, by the way, are not trash. The fishermen were using them to hold up ropes keeping the water hyacinth back to open a channel.
Lions don’t do well in a setting too bucolic. Their herding instinct’s lethal and they flunk in ovine frolic. Lions need to stalk and kill. They need open savannas. They’d eat all the lambs and for dessert, eat all their nannas! And if we shut the lions up, they’d go into decline. Living in small cages simply isn’t leonine. Lions need to roam the plains lest they become pathetic. There’s nothing half so sad as a lion that’s apathetic.
Oh no. I somehow erased the pingbacks for the four prompts for this poem! Thanks to okcforgottenman for pointing this out. Well, better late than never. The prompt words were lion, apathetic, shut and bucolic.