CHINUA ACHEBE
That day, as I sat outside,
The hawk dropped me a message.
In my grief,
I opened the brief.
He wrote: “Hope things have stopped falling apart?”
I stared and returned a stern gaze at the hawk.
For he was no more;
But I had received a message from him,
He had asked question I knew no answer for.
To look at the hawk was impossible,
For it was no more.
I had received a message from him.
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© Ikpe Comfort
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