its me and the wild

Here I sit beside the fire I made (the fire I'm quite proud of) solo in a luxury tent,solo in
The bushveld. My soundtrack goes like this: hippo,baboons,loud screeching bird,hippo,hippo,lion kill,hippo,
Hyena singing shivers.

I sit here,crackling fire thinking,its me I'm solo nothing but the sand. I become brave
With my fire as a weapon, but no bravado as the baboons are comming and I'm convinced its lion.

Another log,the sky so well kept but loud with sparkling calm. I don't see stars like this back home.
Tonight is a test, can I handle my paranoia of evry sound "being an attack"

Another log, I'm ok, let the lions whale,the hyenas dual, the hippos grunt and the screaming?
Hypontise me with this that not all will ever see, just get over it, the animals are not comming for me, for all that seperates us
Is a piece of canvess, and my fire I need to let burn out,