Notes In The Margin

From the Weekend Wordsmith prompt, "That's What I Heard."

Morning At Olderkessi

March 14, 2008

The clatter from the kitchen wakens
me, but I don't open my eyes.
Not yet.

The acacia outside the window
claws gently at the pane,
a light scratching,
and the owl, who's been there
all night, whoo-whoos one more time,
and flaps noisily off to find
somewhere to sleep through the day.

A cough, off in the forest,
as a leopard drags her kill
up into the branches,
and the chilling almost-laugh
of the hyena that follows
her, hoping to steal
a mouthful.

A snatch of a tune from the kitchen,
the sound of frying bacon
and the glub glub of the percolator
producing that foul black tar
the grownups need to get them going.

I burrow down further into the dark
warm Raymond's blankets, listen
as the superb starling settles
on the parched grass, screams
"Come see! Come see! Come see!"
The ibis laughs mockingly,
telling its friends of this upstart.

Down at the creek, already,
the kangas slap on the rocks,
and the women begin the song
of their day's work.

Far, far away, the train whistles,
and the sun warms my face.