And then I Heard the Weaver

Sitting in a big hotel in Lusaka Very Western Pleasant but sterile Sitting by a lovely “water feature” With koi and papyrus and purple flowers And water lilies Relaxing with a bottle of Boschendal wine And a new book. Served by an attentive waiter called Jeffrey Looking forward to my safari Tomorrow! Wishing the time would evaporate So I could be in the bush Tomorrow! And then I heard the familiar, If exotic, Bird song And looked up To see small birds Flying into their intricate nests In some nearby tall palm trees I smiled wistfully The palm weavers have welcomed me back To my beloved Africa (20 March 2009)