Savannah

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Look! I’ve not seen one of those before.
It’s higher than the bushes. Look again
Before it passes out of sight. 
Keep still and don’t make any noise!
It doesn’t know we’re here as yet.
And keep down low. It mustn’t see us!

Where’s the wind coming from?
It may be able to smell us 
If it gets too near.
We’d better slink away from here.
Let’s go through the grasses. 
The track’s too dangerous.

The blades are tough and sharp 
But now your fur has grown you’ll race 
Through them without sound. 
If you crouch low on the ground
The grass will close after you
And you’ll leave no trace.

And remember that those creatures who
Turn their heads this way and that 
Are looking, those that tilt it on one side
Are listening, those that keep it bent
To sniff the air are searching for a scent.
I think they’ve found our spoor. Flee and hide!

Look! There’s another! Over there. 
It’s got a stick. It’s holding it in its paw.
Why is it raising it above its shoulder? 
And what’s that stone on the end for?
They’re both coming this way! 
Let’s escape behind that boulder. 

Get the young ones and creep up close 
To the lions! They know we don’t taste nice;
Unless they’re starved they won’t eat us. 
But these new things, that seem 
To be walking on their hind legs, 
Look cunning and ferocious.

We’d better steer well clear 
When they appear
Whatever they’re called!