"Stripes and Ticks"

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Oil on Board

"Zebra Dust Bath"

You guessed it. The stripey, horsey things are dusting themselves to get rid of ticks and bad odours.It's sunset and everyone except the killers are preparing to settle down. The "Psst" of an opening beer can, the "plop" of a bottle of smooth red wine. The smell of "Boerewors dripping fat on the fire. A fillet stake doused in garlic ,origanum and olive oil awaiting it's fate. A Woodland Kingfisher pipes its last call for the night. The Hardidah Ibis fly over screaming like prehistoric Teradachtlyes, coming home to roost.The last "he ha sweeil" of the Zebra the "mew ba gtrh" of the Wildebees.Bats flying around hunting giant sized moths. The "sis si s iiiss" of the insects, a firefly drifts past. In the distance a lion "urrrh, urrrh, urrrrh", tells everyone where he can be found if they're interested. A Leopard slips by, no one will know.

Whilst going out shopping with Zebra,

Steer clear of things black and of white,

There's rumour in town,

of a Hippo who's gown,

came off at a ball late last night.

The dress, although most becoming,

was striped, and a half size too big.

The music was loud

and it whipped up the crowd

Leaving Hippo with leaf of a Fig.

Any dress that was worn by a Hippo,

Although striped and a little too large,

Has a tendency to slip down

If bought as a gown

and shaped like a river boat barge.

Have a good one

Bob