In Serengeti Night

In Serengeti Night

Awakening in  Serengeti night
I heard a single note, one woodwind sweet,
near oboe, tall and cool, shimmering smooth,
it came from a hyena’s throat, the wonder

of what a column of air can do as it 
is pushed, agitated on elastic,
so that it pulses its vibe out into
the vastness of a warm attending night

note of oboe and note of hye…