Looking up with full eyes; in the African plains.
The heat is still high, under the thin thorn tree-.
A bull is lose from a conservation park. Rushing in
loud bewildering sounds. His strong neck; marches his head
direction, and pushing through the yellow savanna. I could
say; he is in a bad mood. Or desperate for something.
Through much thickness flank of weed, and bushes.
He could slow his charging spirit.
He is pushing and running; flapping his heavy feet.
He looks up everywhere for caution. Hitting pile of grasses.
He sees a hawk descending; he is on a chase, trying to catch a guinea fowl.
Around birch trees and high grass.
There is a posse of hyenas walking back wards in a retreating manner.
Moving for safety from the bull. He is mooing loudly;
Still taking a fast run between a mile in the pasture field, and muddy hills.
The sky above glow, in light blue and white colors; spreading away.
There is no sign of incoming rain. Finally, the bull smell river water.
He seems to know where he is going; better than, I do.
He walk to the river and lie down, beside the waterfall,
and consume gallons of fresh water.
It is a hot day, but the ZAMBESI river, offer him means to keep moving.