You’re a goddess to the Khoi,
Luckily I’m not one of them.
I will not bow my head so you can prey on me.
I know it’s your favourite dish,
But on mine you’ll not feast.
And now that we have mated I shall dismount quick,
Quicker with my feet than when we had our courtship dance.
Staggering side to side like the way you move;
Wounded but alive, bitten but not poisoned.
Looking back – I adore and abhor your colours,
Your beautiful camouflage!
© Heath Muchena, 2013