Have you ever heard a cow mooed in the wee hours of the morn,
that low rumble rolling through dawn’s stillness,
before the sun disappears the night sky?

Have you ever walked past Maasai herdsmen,
red shukas dotting landscape’s green,
their cattle answering only to rungu’s sway?

Have you ever locked eyes with a baboon,
a baby wedged in tight while she
leaps and runs and feeds?

Have you ever seen a lioness frolic with her cubs,
letting them tumble over her body,
teaching them survival dressed up as play?

Have you ever stood still while elephants trample grass,
felt the ground rumble in low tremors,
watched a matriarch trudging along, alone, as if waiting for life’s end?

Have you ever noticed cattle egrets clinging to elephants’ backs,
white against grey,
small beside massive,
yet moving in symbiotic agreement?

Have you ever heard the crowned crane sing in unison,
Nature’s orchestra on the open plains
On long legs lifting seamlessly through marsh?

Have you ever seen impala startled by hyena, leap
body suspended mid-air,
as if gravity paused in step with fear?

Have you ever realized, somewhere between dawn’s moo
and dusk’s shadows,
that a safari is not about sighting—
it is about scale?

Have you ever felt yourself shrink in the vastness of the wide sky,
small beneath the Kilimanjaro,
grateful the wild needs no applause to perform?

I have stood in that open vastness,
reconnected to the magnificence of nature
something in me answered back
to the call of the savanna

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