Hippo

The very last smudge of light on the western horizon and I'm standing on a wooden pedestrian bridge waiting for two hippos to leave the water and go foraging.
Crickets and frogs all around. Cascading water behind me. Plonking nearby in pool, so I know they are there. A faint breeze trills my arm hairs. A cough, them their deep and haunting bass bark.
It's good to be in Africa tonight.