The old wild dog
Stalks the young wart-hog
For days, sharpening his teeth
Hoping to steal him, just like a thief
Feigning all violence that he will renounce
Waiting for the moment to pounce
Not much flesh there
An appetizer for a Russian bear?
But eyeing-up larger succulent prey
To suck into his tribal array
The hog has a very large family
And friends who will readily
Defend against the aggressive dog
As chaos envelops the war’s fog
Even his staunchest allies
Wonder if the invasion is wise
He escalates his anger, fraught
The wart-hog disdains to be caught
Wild dogs themselves now cornered
The old one, his standing battered
Growls and threatens his foes
With the ultimate arrows to his bows
The destruction of the animal world
In the jaws of this tyrant of old
Paarl, South Africa, March 1st 2022
