Half Butt

We stagger on the slopes heading home We had been bar friends and home could be anywhere in between As long as little comfort settled in, home we were This time, in the crack of dawn, Rudely woken up by the chirping of the birds over our heads The cold stone which we laid on started moving Slapping my able friend for moving the stone deliberately A sure fight amongst cronies of high and low moons stretched our muscles, flinty hits Before we realized it, the attack from the hippo is never an amusing matter Unfriendly noise that came from the animal and smite on my bosom friend's butts Spear oozing blood, agony and torment followed in his stony face and voice with a straight baffling stare in my eyes His voice combined with mine at the top, the animal running back to its peaceful resident Onlookers, mostly fisher folks from their night duty and the women racing for grocery goods only lamenting at the missed opportunity for the free wild meat Our wail only earned us a grain of stare as I hurried my mate to the nearest facility After that day, I met not only a nightclub friend but a partner As I ring this partner of mine, I stand in peace to piece the pieces that knit our life's lessons golden and deep.