Tag Archives: Africa

Biodiversity challenge – Aardwolf

Termite terminator

Harvester hoover,
Saliva skills honed,
Immune to assault
From their chemical weapons.
Licks the brave soldiers,
Laps up the workers;
A cool quarter million
Wolfed down per night.
He’s got termite,
Who needs tomorrow?

© Tim Knight and timknightwriter, 2014.

Biodiversity challenge – Shoebill

Bigmouth strikes again
Shoebill close-up

Shoebill close-up

Blast from the prehistoric past,
Ugly sister who swallowed the slipper.
Feather-clad freak with a murderous beak,
Mighty mouth munching your lungfish booty.
Monstrous beauty, tough as old boots,
Cobbled together by some clever clogger.
Top of the bill, but will it last?

© Tim Knight and timknightwriter, 2014

Biodiversity challenge – Spotted hyena

Carrion laughing

Grinning grim reaper,
Savannah street sweeper.
Walking trash compactor,
Fan of the ex-factor.
Maniacal cackle,
Sixth sense of humerus,
An appetite to tackle parts
Too numerous to mention:
Entrails of the unexpected,
Gone in sixty seconds;
Carrion regardless,
Game for a laugh.
Face that crunched a thousand hips
– Pelvis of buffalo,
Toppled towers of calcium
– Neck of giraffe.
Intestine testing, one, two, three,
Clan prince of soundbites.
How do I mug thee?
Let me count the ways.
Get it while it’s hot,
Or not.
One bone every minute,
Innit?

© Tim Knight and timknightwriter, 2014.

Biodiversity challenge – Gerenuk

How the gerenuk found its nook

Long, long ago on the African plains
Your Great, Great, Great, Great, Great, Great
Granny and her mum
Were waiting vainly for the late, late
Rains to come.
Mummy gerenuk
Took one look
At the cloudless sky
And one more at the bone-dry grass,
Then shook her head and said
(In antelope):
‘Alas,
There’s little hope
Of finding greener pastures.
So, my lass,
Hang tough.
It’s time to prove
You’ve grown enough
To stand up on your own
Two hooves.
No self-respecting gerenuk believes
That we were meant
To graze with our heads bent
Like lowly cows;
We need to raise our sights,
And reach up to the highest heights
Where we can browse
On juicy leaves
To satisfy our need
For food and water,
So, take heed.’
At which, her daughter
(Great, Great, Great, Great, Great, Great Gran)
Began to crane her neck,
Then reared up on her two hind legs until
Her tongue was close enough to pluck
The luscious foliage
And eat her fill.
And that was all it took
Your enterprising ancestor
To claim a vacant eco-nook,
Or, as we call it,
Great, Great, Great, Great, Great, Great Granny’s
Gerenuk cranny.

© Tim Knight and timknightwriter, 2014.