The herd is on the march.
They lumber with slow
determination.
The young achieve
playful swagger,
but aren't allowed
too wide of the line.
I wonder whether they're
going someplace good?
A mongoose crosses the road.
My mind makes it Rikki Tikki Tavi.
Is there a cobra in the tall grass?
Is this a heroic mongoose?
The mongoose disappears from sight,
and I'm left with no answers.