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Mixed group migrations

Zebras  Antelopes and Wildebeest
      Sprinting
Across the breathtaking Savannahs.

Survival Instincts....

'A new life
to learn survival skills .....
Everything on the go.

A new born calf learns to sprint within 7 minutes of being born.

Window period ...
testified by the predators.

A couple of days in life
Good to give competition to the
Adults in the herd .

"Anew , Life's Lesson Learned "
Had been watching a program  on Nat Geo , along with  the kids , a few days back.
The animal kingdom has so much to offer , to learn life skills , while  on the go.
The wildebeest and other animals of the same kind , are constantly on the go across the savannahs for survival.
It saddened Intrigued and amazed me , to watch ,how the wildebeest' s calf  has to learn survival skills in a span of few minutes of being born .

For the mother - The joy of birthing, The fear of losing !!
 Apr 2017 Denise huddleston
JP
Life
 Apr 2017 Denise huddleston
JP
From office.... came home
washed face. Why??
to remove mask and
be original..
 Apr 2017 Denise huddleston
JP
Being Good
just an excuse
for not being Bad..
Love contradicts Fame

Love says I am satisfied
Fame asks for more.

Love says I have arrived home.
Fame seeks bigger home .

Love believes
Fame doubts .
Fame ~ transient
Love ~ eternal
love is like swinging on a moonbeam,
and admiring the stars when in a dream
like the feeling of a beating heart
when beautiful smile meets gorgeous smile
and you know the wait was all worthwhile
xoxo
They fall on me as I sleep
Their faces born from memory
Climb out the encroaching darkness.
How many nights have I dreamt of them
Of the words I would say,
Yet I only say, "you should not be here."
But they never reply,
They are shrouded by silence.
Their eyes, they are alive though,
Moonlit inquests drawing the tide
Asking, pleading without words.
But they don't speak
So is it me that is asking
The cud of that question
Is it me that asks not to wake?
I can see him there now, shading
The high beating sun with his palm
Ignorant of times diligence
He’d stare idly down on his world,
The burnished street below
Was all he ever needed to know
But unaware of the transience of bliss
He never felt the night closing in.
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