As the sun’s pink fingertips caress the tops of the purple mountains behind the cave, Owab is the first of the hunters to wake. Aquila waiting for him outside. The eagle bows and turns to the east, where a procession of wispy clouds rises with the dawn. Aquila takes to the air and Owab, in the thrall of his night-time vision, follows where his guide and protector leads.
When they return, Owab is leading a long-legged rain-cow which will bring soft raindrops to last a whole season.
The Great Bull bellows
rain swells the gathering clouds:
the parched land awaits.
This concludes my little African adventure, although I wouldn’t rule out a comeback for Owab and Aquila sometime in the future. You can find the previous episodes here.
Photo credit: John Fowler at unsplash.com/@wildhoney
Written in response to two challenges:
I also set myself the additional challenges of confining my piece to 100 words exactly and writing in the haibun form. Just for fun!