Poetry

(after N. P. van Wyk Louw)

Its dark night when something stirs
with eyes gleaming yellow cruel,
outside the open glass window I see him,
sneaking as if he can climb in.
Weird a change has occurred,
changing him suddenly from man to animal,
giving him a type of mercilessness
to plunder, to cold bloodedly kill,
continuously he lives in the glare of vengeance.

[Reference: “Die swart luiperd” (The black leopard) by N. P. van Wyk Louw.]