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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=397625" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>At the hunting lodge</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The hunter’s.308 Musgrave hunting rifle<br>lies next to him in pieces<br>in the faint light of the hunting lodge<br>where he is cleaning the weapon</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and in the distance a jackal<br>is calling at dusk, <br>he notices a swarm of wild doves<br>landing in the marula tree.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the parts of the weapon<br>is joined as it belongs, <br>he carefully puts the weapon away<br>before he walks out<br>joining his wife at the barbeque fire</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and the smell of fried lamb chops<br>makes his stomach growl<br>while he takes a pair of frying tongs from her, <br>turning around strings of sausages</div><div style="margin:10px 0">above them the stars in the night sky<br>are shot-gunned into the black, <br>there are hyenas attracted by the smell<br>of the frying meat</div><div style="margin:10px 0">laughing behind some trees, <br>somewhere he hears a kudu snorting<br>and the moon hangs yellow-gold above them<br>while he stirs the porridge</div><div style="margin:10px 0">in the black three-legged pot<br>and his wife can swear<br>that a leopard with glowing eyes<br>is peering at them.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Gert+Strydom">Gert Strydom</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=397625" data-title="At the hunting lodge de Gert Strydom" data-description="The hunter’s.308 Musgrave hunting rifle lies next to him in pieces in the faint light of the hunting lodge where he is cleaning the weapon and in the distance a jackal is calling at dusk, he notices a swarm of wild doves landing in the marula ..."></div> </div> </div>
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