Thatchedhut
And at dawn's
Bow to dusk by
Each day's end,
She bedded in her
Unwindowed Lonehut,
Skinned of thatch,
That she too may sleep...
She would shut her eyes,
After shutting her door,
For sleep that ever ignored
Her crave.
For in her dreams, a thousand
Shadows chased her into the sea
That steered directly at her thatchedhut.
And in it, sharks, in their schools, would
Expel her, and she would awaken and
Rain would depart from her eyes to her
Bed through the remainder of dusk
Till dusk died down and dawn redawned.
She unfastened her canoe by sunlight
And sailed along with other fishers
Who ever preached to her about her
Beloved hut.
But defying all, she ever returned to it.
But unlike she couldn't afford anew one,
But because she just craved to...
And one day she slept and her soul,
In the otherlyworld,
Noted that she had had enough sleep,
Moved to awaken but could not...
Her friends, the fishers, well aware of
Her long absence around and ashore,
Made for her hut; force-opened its door,
For being silent to their knocks,
And what they saw was why
Humans ever shake heads sideways at
Sad-news and in sadness...
Copyright © Joshua Sobere | Year Posted 2022
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