EDGE OF GONE
A beautiful sun rises
colouring the eastern horizon
with warm orange trails-like
routes like a super highway
slowly they extended out
and soon they will disappear
Hot is what I felt
upon a ray on my face
for it has shone on the globe
bright enough for the blind
to feel it harsh brightness
for that is its nature
The cocks had already awoken
and built grudges on graining hens
but who will tell the owner
for that day's layer
for a lunch is gonna be a meal
and broiler become the stewed meat
Orange is the colour
painted on the western horizon
for the sun had gone
and soon shall settle beyond the darkened walls
for the moon to bring out her shinny children
twinkle-stars is who their mother call them
The hens are calling for their chicks
doors shut behind the unhappy families
the elderly waving tall tales
to the young naive minds
it is a nightfall again
And dreams shall be awake again.
#Okelopieces