A khaki rucksack on his back
Holds his illegal catch
A good nights work, 2 rhino horn,
It’s not yet dawn.
He radios the rendezvous
Plans to meet at half past two
In the distance, he sees the gate
Better not be late
Thoughts turn to his money coming
Jewellery and golden bling
Fancy clothes, nights on the town
What car to own?
A noise, in the middle of night
To his left and to his right
He hadn’t reckoned with Nature’s pride
Nowhere to hide