Observe what tenderness of the mother for its infant,
Standing guard to let it first drink its fill,
Together rolling in protective, glorious mud,
Then signaling the way back
To the daily routine
Of reducing tropical forest to grassland.
http://www.ukzn.ac.za/cca/PoetryAfrica2003bios6.html#Timothy Wangusa (Uganda)
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