Stories of Missionaries

Missionaries were cunning Not less than a cat’s eye fixed on a meal with a waggling tail Curiosity extended in those that heard them speak. With a thorned crown of dead porcupine. A pagan king and His ignorant servant standing taller than palm trees Leaning forward like a falling tower to its knees. ”Story tellers.” They bring stories on what lies beyond your majesties' kingdom. A routine of tales sang under a silver silent moonlight It was Entertainment at a day’s end of a successful hunt. The tales told to kings articulated volumes of curiosity As the red fire flowing its light on curious faces, The missionaries had learnt to tread softly Not less than a cat’s eye fixed on a meal with a waggling tail And so they carried on and drew mass crowds in this likeness.