‘tween the distance creak of the crickets
Reminded me of a tale from an old crow
Through the ageless life of an old man’ soul –
I see no evil, the evil, all evil…
Through the crow’s eyes
Sowed the odds of life…
‘
“I remember the ember of
Age, in a test of time;
When her ovary laid virgins
Time fasted in stillness for our warmth,
Time hatched and joy of motherhood
Time worth being protected from preys…
‘
I remember,
Her several warning on being vigilant:
O my chicks, beware of days
Night cometh not after ignorance
No voice will comfort thee
Nor choice to consult thee…”
‘
As the old crow wailed, I felt!
‘
“I remember, I remember;
The judgement for disobedience
Of one, pecking the mother earth alone
Whilst a sudden night,
A sudden fall and rise of an impatient tide
And nothing more but cry…
Màááámii, from the distance, far away…
Màáàmii! Màáàmii!!
For night cometh not after ignorance…
‘
I could recall the survival of my kins
The orange nature’s beauty of her wattle
With her gentle warmth when felt cold
Like the age in our helpless shell
As we are proud of god after God…”
‘
Silence overthrown the old crow, I shed tears…
‘
“Night came to my past;
A sudden night thought safe –
Hissed across our abode
And a strike!; A groan of pain…
Màáàmii…Màáàmii…we wailed at moon
As her helpless body hapless
On the soil of souls…she failed to cry…
‘
Night failed the moon
Sad night howled from distance
Emptied my heart
Màáàmiii…………..
Heartless owl watched without response
To the tears flowing freely
From her lifeless eyes…
Whole world is being judged!”
‘
Dawn whisper…
The talebearer crows
Màáàmii! Màáàmii!!
In his dialect, unknown to no one
But me, the old man’s Soul.
‘
c. Natur’s Pictur N’quill. 2016
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