POEM: Inconspicuous Zebra

I am a master of camouflage.
Blink and I’ll have vanished.
My stripy suit may make you think
that I have been banished
from the savanna to some jail,
but I’m still standing here.
Can you see me blending so well?
“Poof,” and I disappear.

DAILY PHOTO: Zebras at Mosi-oa-Tunya

Taken in June of 2017 at Mosi-oa-Tunya National Park in Zambia

DAILY PHOTO: A Zeal of Zebra Walks by the River

Taken in April of 2017 at Chobe National Park

DAILY PHOTO: Grazing Zebras

Taken in June of 2017 in Mosi-oa-Tunya (Victoria Falls) National Park

DAILY PHOTO: Creatures of Victoria Falls National Park

Impala — you can tell by the “M” on their backsides


Baby in a tree


Gazelle (I think a Puku Gazelle, but I’m no expert.)


Water Monitor




Baboon, mother and baby


Cape Buffalo


Taken in April of 2017 in Mosi-oa-Tunya (Victoria Falls) National Park; Zebra

DAILY PHOTO: Why the Zebra Has Stripes

Taken in April of 2017 in Mosi Oa Tunya (Victoria Falls) National Park


Chobe National Park, Botswana


I heard a person — looking at a solitary zebra — say, “That is horrible camouflage! How is it not extinct?”

The answer is found by looking at zebras in a group. When they run in a herd, it becomes impossible for a predator to distinguish one from another. Heads merge with hindquarters merging with a shoulder.  They become an amorphous monochromatic cluster with nothing to bite onto.



DAILY PHOTO: Giving Zebra Crossing a New Meaning

Taken in Amboseli National Park in May of 2017