Everyone yields to you,
small thick-skinned mammal.
They gave you a gentle name
before they knew your nature.
Honey lover,
even the king walks away.

Pigeon-toed marten,
you slowly strut the dry plains,
long claws imprinting the African dust.
Fiercely tenacious,
you help yourself
to anything that takes your fancy.
White-capped weasel,
you make your own rules
and then break them.

The cobra’s venom may slow you down,
but beware,
pied maverick,
the poison of the snake-in-the-grass.
He is threatened by your relentless spirit
and his bite
is fatal.