Brains Encounter Brains
A tale is told of two friends
With love upon themselves they would fend
Over mountains and valleys they would search
For a morsel for the stomachs even birds on a perch
This was the hare and the hyena
For friendship sees no fault in manner
Long faded are their differences in stature
Accommodating are their hearts as a pitcher
And days went by with no cracks on the unlikely bond
So much as an alliance of drought and a pond
As traditionally the sun scorches the water
The only salvation brought by the rains’ patter
Weren’t their children so lovely?
The talk of the village never so secretly
Envious the lion would wonder
“What an unlikely miracle” he’d ponder
And came the giraffe and his wife
Wanting to unravel the secret of such a life
For in their house there was always a fight
So many times had missus taken a flight
“What say you of your secret?”
“Never once have seen you picket”
Both laughing and the hare answered
“We do, just that we don’t wave a placard”
“And so must you not wash your dirty linen”
“In public full of these dirty heathen”
Yet in his trickery the hare had a plan
For the wealth they all had won
Came the day his turn to graze
An opportunity to execute his maze
Down to the relatives he drove the herd
Weary he came back home wailing to be heard
Fast came his friend with concern and compassion
Never had this happened thus summoning his attention
“Come fast and see the ground swallowing our herd”
“In a battle I’ve been, strangling the mud”
Fast ran the hyena to the scene of crime
Indeed were the here’s tails wailing in mime
Quick with all might he pulled on one
With a thud he fell with a tail and none
None of the herd came from the ground
Nothing but tails and flesh close to a pound
Gone was their wealth in a flash was this fate?
Or was it a trickery reputed with the mate
As days went by sadly came a drought
Within the hyena still deeply sat a doubt
Of the fate of the flock he worked so hard to make
What do them of the hunger than their own flesh to bake?
First would be the here’s grandmother turned into a meal
Then the hyena’s for he needed time to heal
For a loss so great actions needed no haste
A double tragedy, his friend thought, would be worse than a paste
And so hare brought meat with a claim on it
His grandmother finally gone they would enjoy her meat
And so they celebrated for soon gone was the hunger
Yet deep inside hyena boiled with anger
He’d finally got wind of his friend’s transgressions
It was time for payback and so he set his plan on motion
To a party they were invited so claimed the limper
But they need gifts he cried with a whimper
And so in a bundle he took here’s children
For the feast he had planned with his brethren
Yet with one eye hare had slept
Knowing how much hyena had wept
And swiftly he had changed the bundle against his own
Taking the hyena’s and giving them the crown
“Brains encounter brains” the hyena said
“Fools carry themselves” hare replied
And into the boiling pot he damped the bundle
Only to hear wails never to rekindle
And in a run broke the hare
In the greatest escape losing not a single hair