Faraway a leopard barked that high, dissatisfied deep roar it cuts off so sharply, as if its annoyance is too great to express, can only be appeased.

Long before the stars died the birds began to sing - cool rippling doves, loud cheery starlings, the long lilting trills of warblers and thrushes.

The breeze across the desert as the light died was so sweet she could almost drink it.

The eastern savanna shifted from charcoal to deep purple; to the west a feverish orange moon sank into the Kiambu Hills.

...He sat back on his heels and watched the stars one by one cut their way through onrushing darkness, till all was reversed, day was night, and the blackness glittered with all the desert's sands, each a tiny flame beyond the bounds of time.

It's a huge structure where cats and wildlife could hide.