I thought I’d celebrate having finally read one half of this touching account of non-humans by Peter Wohlleben in his book, ‘The Inner Life of Animals’. It is as interesting as it looks and the author has shared many personal anecdotes featuring his funny goats, oversexed fowl, timekeeping dog, intelligent pigs, friendly ravens and individualistic bees among stories of other animals.
I thought I should write something simple today on the little wildlife I have seen in the East African Savannah and parse out the idea of the expanse of the heart. It’s a plain poem and with no beginning nor end, it is simply meditative.
Is the heart as large and dusty as the Savannah?
Does it have little green oases of muddy ponds where feelings glint off the surface in mirroring the passion of the Sun?
Do pink dollops of hippo-esque affections wallow in their murky depths?
The thorny mistrustful acacias too sigh softy in their parsimonious giving as the giraffes synapse with them, all the while puckering and kissing their moody leaves.
The Impala meditate a quickened pulse while they inhale the day and exhale the night.
The lions survive simply stressing them out but the fleas get the lions too, like karma.
Sometimes the fiery orb burns away the brittle surfeit of rigid grass to make way for vital green and the guinea fowl congregate on the living plains like happy heartbeats.