Ethereal Moments The Poetry of Donavon Scott Vinson
Death of the Wildebeest
Patiently she lies in wait with her gleaming,cold
obsidian eyes finely tuned to the darkness of
the steamy jungle night.
With silent anticipation she cooly appraises the
shimmering blue waters of the moonlit stream.
With a growing hunger gnawing at her empty belly
she awaits the arrival of the lumbering
heavy headed wilder beast.
At last her sensitive ears pick up the sound
for which she eagerly awaits,a nervous snort,and
the slow plodding of heavy hooves accosts her ears.
Slowly she stretches long lean limbs in preparation
of the bloody slaughter.
With a low growl she leaps from the shimmering green
brush with razor sharp claws outstretched.
A brief struggle ensues and wild snorts of pain
bellow from the bloody throat of her hapless victim.
She savagely slashes at his throat
with shimmering razor-like teeth.
'til at last the poor beast breathes no more.
Leisurely she dines upon the fat,
meaty flesh of the bloody corpse.
At last satiated she drags his shattered remains into the trees,
saving the ravaged beast for another day.
Donavon Scott Vinson