The two “A Rhebok!” verses are complete, and they are indeed the variations I had initially chosen, enriched by my work on the alternatives. They recount a sighting in late 2017 by my mother and I of the rare Grey Rhebok, a threatened species.

The first stanza describes the scene—the antelope on the hillside—the second, the creature’s reaction upon becoming aware of our presence—a wary and momentary interest followed by a flight to safety, the instant I produced my camera.

I shall, of course, reflect upon the poem in the days to come, but in the meantime, I turn my attention to “Mist from the Mountains”, a sketch composed on the same day as “A Rhebok!”, later in the afternoon when there was a change in the weather.