Awake at night

HIGH TIDE
Awoken on this windless night, I am aware
of roaring, as the sea pulled by the waxing moon
stills every other sound. There is
no rush of traffic on the road, no night-bird song
only the rumble of the waves, a trumpet
on alternate notes: soh fah,  soh fah, the moan
of conch shells in my ears. My blood
pulses more quickly and my skin chills with
the salt breath of growling breakers as
they bare their teeth.

Flamingo

I was delighted to see flamingos visiting Sandvlei again. These strange and elegant cratures are definitely my favourite birds.  I took my new camera when dog-walking and got some nice shots. I tried to video them, but was not so successful. This was my fault, not theirs. They were strutting up and down in full view, just the other side of the river, only a few metres away.