Say a prayer for the rhino: it’s coming again,
evil is stalking, seeking its prey,
full moon silhouette, giving her away.
Say a prayer for the rhino that she may evade.
With the night so long and the moon,
she’s aware of the sounds, footsteps so light,
she senses a demon…stalking her ground
closing so slowly, there’s danger inbound.
Hide the horn, burying her face,
look around, there’s no hiding place.
So she’ll bolt and she’ll plunge in a headlong charge
at the upright two legged poachers at large.
And in the moment of loss and the panic of flight
acacia will break, more sounds in the night.
Fright empowered feet imprinting the clay,
each small sign gives her path away
for the evil following her in its gunsight this night
may bring to an end, another Rhino’s might!
As the Roller Bird ceases singing it’s song,
and the Oxpecker flies screaming alarm,
he binds himself to his mother’s speed,
as she seeks the cover they desperately need.
They’ve gone into the shadows,
they’ve gone into the night,
avoiding the expanse of the open plateau,
they find cover and silence their fright.
Say a prayer for the Rhino…,
Alive…, for one more night!
By: Guy P. Murdock & Jim McIntosh