the waterhole

now imagine to walk on a path dry
a mouth becoming parched
a need to quench a thirst

 up up ahead
having spotted the bucks trail of hooves
a mirage of slight water be spotted

 thus the trail of hooves
my gps became
and closer to the waterhole did i approach

but crouching down to sip of the waters
a sudden rustle in the bushes
did my attention capture

thus hesitantly
one my knees to go
keeping a watchful eye toward the bush

eventually
assured to be alone
did i go down to quench my thirst.

and for a second or two i felt as if i were a deer myself.

RB.