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Looks can be deceiving…

I am waiting for you.

I have been travelling all morning through the bush

And not eaten

I am lying at the edge of the bush

On a dusty path that leads from the burnt out kraal.

I am panting, it is midday, I found no water-hole

I am very fierce without food and although my eyes

Are screwed to slits against the sun

You must believe I am prepared to spring

What do you think of me?

I have a rough coat like Africa.

I am crafty with dark spots

Like the bush-tufted plains of Africa.

I sprawl as a shaggy bundle of gathered energy

Like Africa sprawling in its waters.

I trot, I lope, I slaver, I am a ranger.

I hunch my shoulders. I eat the dead.

Do you like my song

When the moon pours hard and cold on the veldt

I sing, and I am the slave of darkness

Over the stone walls and the mud walls and the ruined

places

and the owls, the moonlight falls.

I sniff a broken drum. I bristle. My pelt is silver.

I howl my song to the moon p it goes.

Would you meet me there in the waste places?

It is said I am a good match

For a dead lion. I put my muzzle

At his golden flanks, and tear. He

Is my golden supper, but my tastes are easy.

I have a crowd of fangs, and I use them.

Oh and my tongue – do you like me

When it comes lolling out over my jaw

Very long, and I am laughing?

I am not laughing.

But I am not snarling either, only

Panting in the sun, showing you

What I grip

Carrion with. By Colin Thiele.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR David Petlwane Molotsi also known as JastaPoet was born on the 31st of January 1973. In the neighborhood children address him as Pteeta Feeta “or at least that’s what I hear or chose to hear and honestly, I hate the name!” The author is a second born son of Mamothibi Keamogetse Molotsi and Lucky Oupa Motsoenyane. He was born in Zone 7, Sebokeng but spent most of his young life in Small Farms, Evaton where he attended his primary school in Mosioa Primary School; moving to Tokelo Secondary and coming back from Vista University to teach at E.D Mashabane in 1997. Surprisingly, all the above-mentioned schools are found on Selbourne Road (former Heath Road) in Small Farms, Evaton – talk of a farm boy! JastaPoet majored in Psychology and Education and fairly speaking the fear of failing took him away from English he which intended to study more extensively. He only did the first year of studying English and has learnt most of the language from teaching it. Almost everywhere he taught, English was in the list and he loved learning and teaching the language. Entered the teaching fraternity to learn and departed for a long preparation to serve! The author last saw a classroom in 2018 on the 16th of October to be exact and avoiding to get salted faced the front from then till now. Never looked back when life is always in front of all of us. Following the footsteps of a camera-man (photographer) father, Petlwane took photos for fun and to balance the income until he met his homeboy and the late Benny Ntsane Mokoena – May his soul rest in peace, who took him to a local newspaper Vaal Weekly/Vaal Vision as a freelance photographer and the writer of entertainment news. Humor was in the center of reporting entertainment and being in the midst of great artists kept the love for good art. One of the most memorable chats the author has had with his father was when his father said: “Boy I just love love-songs and I do a lot of singing along,” the very thing Petlwane Molotsi grew up doing miles away from the father, Bro Lucky and still does; I said nothing to my father … I was enjoying the feeling – connectedness and a working network signal. The author also writes stories and plays – comedy! For interesting stories and more poetry by the author visit the website www.pteetafeeta.net.za Petlwane Molotsi is also a chairperson of a non-profit organization known as Acroyalis Arts and Culture Foundation. The organization aspires to promote arts and culture in the area of Sedibeng and surrounding neighborhoods. Poetry is introduced to toddlers in Early Childhood Development Centers and community arts and culture youth groups.