Poetry

(after T.T. Cloete)
 
When the Namaqua sand-grouse
does bring water to her children
she flies over the dunes of the desert to the river
where she jumps into the shallows
does whistle cheerfully
and splashes her breast, feathers, and fluff wet
before she carries water on her body
in her own kind of aerodynamics.
 
[Reference: “vleis” (“meat”) by T.T. Cloete.]