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 hyena, exotic pairing, hyena, oboe eerie astonishment, two instruments, one with teeth, other moist reed, quiet wood crystal in my mind, the lost note remains, the moon and I, listening together
In Serengeti Night
In Serengeti Night
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 hyena, exotic pairing, hyena, oboe eerie astonishment, two instruments, one with teeth, other moist reed, quiet wood crystal in my mind, the lost note remains, the moon and I, listening together