Nature and Sounds
Thickly smokes escaping from
The belly of big black bubbling pot
Dogs wagging,
Cats purring,
wolves howling
It is nite in my village.
Rustling leaves in conjugal
With the bubbling stream groaning
Poor peasants in their castles of despair
With a bed- bugs infested beds
The sighing wind begins,
The snoring echoes begins
Cocks crow
Eagles screech
Owls screech
Does nature's sounds exact labour ?
awoh
kingsley
Copyright © Kingsley Awoh | Year Posted 2011
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