Camouflage

An unusual subject for me. How did we end up on an African Savannah? Beats me.

 

Camouflage

 

Blending, crouching

in parched grass

its eyes narrowed

muscles coiled

the big cat waits.

 

Zebras, their stripes pointing,

weaving

kaleidoscopic

in misdirection

gallop at full thunder

as each life relies

on speed and subterfuge.

 

The cat uncoils,

pursuit begun

with great bounding strides

eyes searching the stripes

choosing the one shape

for claws to launch and strike

 

But eyes betray the hunter -

his silent unseen wait

to be repeated

while striped evaders

groups of moving camouflage

have earned another day.

Reviews

[Krystal Waters]

I liked the imagery of the lion... hmm I wonder why?! Anyway, the Zebra's are so beautiful and when they run in a group, they really make quite an array of lines! lol I like your imagery on nature and the poems you have written that I have seen so far. Seems as though you have a real insight into that part of nature.


Krystal

[Paul Grimsley]

give it a surface read and this is a pure kinetic description of an animal hunting on the african plains. but your poems always reward more than a surface read and to me this seemed like an exploration of the psychology of a killer or a predator. perhaps i am wrong, but ti spoke to me on more than one level.

[Kara Emily Krantz]

nice job... i felt the intensity, the flexing of muscles, and the blur of the zebra. nice job :)