Talking to a Hippo
"It's your greatest hour as survivor,
I'm your emissary;
talk on behalf of your kind and others,
against your enemy."
Dr Abe V Rotor
or hippo, is a large, mostly herbivorous, semi aquatic
mammal native to sub-Saharan Africa, and one of only
two extant species in the family Hippopotamidae, the
other being the pygmy hippopotamus (Choeropsis
liberiensis or Hexaprotodon liberiensis). The name
comes from the ancient Greek for "river horse."
(Reference: Internet)
Photos taken by the author at Avilon Zoo, San Mateo, Rizal,
January 3, 2018, 3rd birthday of Markus, author's grandson.
He is all alone in a wide, wide pond,
survivor of a big herd;
whatever happened to its long time kin
hasn't really been heard.
I asked Hippo junior, a name I coined;
it hid under a mat of duckweed
carpeting the pond green from any view,
he was shy and naïve, indeed.
I asked about the native hippo in Africa,
in Asia and Australia,
its relationship with other speciesunder Class Mammalia.
I was talking with books I had once read,
a time long, long ago,
when man was not enemy of Nature,
a record and history, too.
"It's your greatest hour as survivor,
I'm your emissary,
talk on behalf of your kind and others,
against your enemy."
Hippo Junior suddenly lurched and jumped,
words spewed out, thundered,
in anger, hiss, nothing kind, 'cept moaning,
crying barely heard.
"How long will he be alone here, warden?"
my question unanswered,
I looked around, hills once a watershed,
at sunset gleaming red. ~
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