Savanna Home Poem by Christopher Cariad

Animals surround this savanna home.
Black mamba, please stay away from my soul.
Candelabra trees work as my protection,
death, and even redemption.
Elephant grass, the savanna’s razor.
Floods of blood drips from the lions mane.
God’s wasteland, hear me sing.
Hell is awakened
in the suns final cries.
Jackalberry trees is where I’ll hide with the
koala bears. Enjoying the lemony sweet fruits supplied.
Late night sounds, terrorize my dreams.
Making it hard to sleep. The
nigriceps ant scurrying around. Far from home,
on this tree limb I wait.
Pressured by the imminent attack of a caracal.
Quickly I fall to this earthen war zone,
running around in this dark death.
Struggling to reach my safety.
These wild dogs party,
under the legend of the baobab.
Vain is the emu to good to fly.
Water is the crocodiles kingdom.
Xylography stains the jarrah trees,
your way of guiding me home.
Zealous was I, when the door shut to the wasteland behind me.