Absence Is Presence
If the cock
lived on a steep hilltop
away from immediate vicinity
we'd tell tales of it on moonlit nights
we'd call its comb a crown
an insignia of its superiority.
At dawn we'd savour its "heavenly" crows
with relish.
When the hunters brave the slope
and capture it,
the commoners would say
"look at the limbs - pentadactyl like us"
the kingsmen would say
"look at the poise - elegant like us"
A royal edict would be passed
to forbid its consumption
except for a king on his coronation.
It'd be served grains on plates
made of gold
and its neck be adorned by pearls
finely polished.
You see, absence is presence
With absence grows preference
and with preference comes reverence.
Scorned is the scorching sun in the Sahara
And if diamonds were aplenty atop the soil,
what a great weapon it would be
for plucking mangoes
yet to ripen.
Absence is Presence.
Abu Harith©
Copyright © Abdulbasit Yusuff | Year Posted 2018
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