Sonic Savanna... Poem by Mbusya Wa Mbusya

It just rained and west hills look washed,
Small plain flowers litter the landscape,
The yellow rig sun bubbles beautiful blue,
It is that mid May matched in myriad bouts,
African eagle gaggles in a gulley yonder,
Sunset seeing the shadow of hill freighten...
This land will be loaned by roaming hyenas,
The trees will move to the trails on terrace,
Grass sprout to salvage springs of sorghum,
Nights are quiet as potent ghost play guitar,
Southern Stars stud the pitch black silken sky,
Magnet of the night is the lull cries of crickets;
And dark rolling hills touch torrents of momeries...
It Meets there, future, culture, vulture...so forth
That's it, that's home, that's Savanna after rains!