Images of Africa
Dik-Dik
I ate one, once,
For lunch,
Or a part of one, rather,
And now I'd rather I hadn't
(Although I said thanks at the time).
Look at the sheer size of it, for a start –
What sort of heartless fellow could munch on a deer
No bigger than a dog?
The steak was prime,
The taste delicate as a gourmet might say,
But not as delicate as the dik-dik’s quivering thighs,
Not as delicate as the dry summer brown of its flanks,
Less delicate by far than the fey dark amber of its eyes.

