Chattering Monkeys

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Wash out all those ghosts cobwebs worrywarts black cloud critters

chattering like monkeys in your swollen brain

swollen brain filled with piston-like repetiton

it’s wrong it’s wrong it’s wrong

not good enough for who? for tin man looking for his heart?

wash out all those ghosts cobwebs worrywarts and black cloud critters

chattering like monkeys in your swollen brain

quickly lay your thoughts out on the page

protect those tender shoots

close the book

walk away

World Lion Day

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In 2007 my husband and I went on Safari to Botswana. Sitting in an open Toyota Land Cruiser, we were searching for animals. Cameras out, binoculars scanning the landscape, we were ready to go! We sat there for about 5 minutes. Then I looked down at the side of the road and right there  was a lion looking up at me! No worries with either of us. I started clicking and she just blinked her eyes in the sunlight. You can alway click on the image to enlarge photograph.

You can see more photographs and drawings from this trip in categories under Africa.

Marina’s blog today brought my attention to World Lion Day. Check out her blog, too.http://marinakanavaki.com/2013/08/10/world-lion-day-

Happy World Lion Day.

The First “wild animal” I Saw

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Actually, the first animal I saw on our safari was a warthog. He was right at my feet as I walked down the path to our hotel room when  we arrived in Botswana. I stopped to take a picture. He stopped grazing and lunged his stocky body at me, made some kind of grunt and walked off. My heart was in my throat as I timidly followed the path to my room.

Lion Camouflage

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The night before we heard the male lion’s roar near camp. I got a glimpse of him in the darkness as he walked by. Early in the morning we went out in a beaten up old dusty green two door Toyota Land Cruiser. Our guide was in the front seat. My husband and I shared the back seat. This lion blended in with the landscape so well that I didn’t see her for about five minutes. I had been looking out in the distance, camera ready, when I looked down right in front of me. There she was, looking straight at me. We had a photo session together, then she quietly stood up and walked away.

Hippo Path Between me and the WC

That’s the path where the hippos, weighing one and a half to three tons,  filed by to get to the water. We could hear them munching grass outside our tent at night. The nightly ritual was; wake up, need to use the WC, wait until I couldn’t wait any longer, wake up my husband, find the flashlight, slip on our shoes, check to see no hippos were coming, quickly cross the path, do what we had to do, then, make a mad dash back to our tent (watching our step) where we would zip up our “door” and slip back into our cots and fall asleep.