Beware of the snare

Deepest Congo,
Distant drums;
Something bovine
This way comes.
Enigmatic antelope
Manoeuvres in the dark,
Tantalising glimpses of
The white stripes in the park;
Fleeting view of fading horns,
An ungulate caught unawares;
Retreating rarity recedes
Into the realm of fine-tuned snares.
Still time to marvel at the bongo –
Maybe not for long, though.

© Tim Knight and timknightwriter, 2014.