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  • Writer's pictureafricmcglinchey

talking of secretaries

Updated: Dec 3, 2020


In the long grasslands,

a secretary bird, all flap and stumble.

What you gonna do today?


Heaves legs of wood

and wings of sail—

the scale comical.


I dunno, what d’you wanna do?

As if body parts came

from other creatures.

My girl says, Hey gorgeous,

and the bird pounds the ground

with heft feet.

plunges its beak into the earth


resurfaces, flips,

a spinning top motion,

twists like a Swan

Lake tutu

dancer in drag,

and into the air soars

a mouse

green bundle of scrap,

its last breath

a shock of dirt and batter.

And my girl and her fella


in the magenta-sapphire light

of late afternoon,

shooting slow motion

the chop.

And she shoots the secretary bird,


in a tree

in a moon

I dunno, what do you wanna do?

And a small herd

of elephant drifts by,

one scarred pregnant female.

And my girl shoots

way past the point

of available light.

And into the dusk, a jackal,

and down to the pan,

a pair of warhog, mud-rollicking.

It becomes a game, their tails sticking out.

And my girl shoots a rock,

which rises

to become a male lion, eye on her

and her fella, gearing up

with a tripod,

extra-long lens under his arm,

stealth to the baobab,

vlei grass tickling bare legs,

while she sits, licking sun-

cracked lips, shooting

take after

take, of this,

panoramic, far,


from any pandemic.

This story belongs to my daughter, Micaela Hamilton, a wildlife documentary maker in Zimbabwe. Thanks Micaela - yours has to be the best lockdown experience!

Sunset photo courtesy of Micaela Hamilton and Neil Fairlie.

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May 18, 2020

Thanks Maritmax! :)


May 18, 2020

twists like a Swan

Lake tutu

dancer in drag, Oh bliss Afric! :)

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