By: King Buohien Ediare

The cloud amassed ingredients
for the funeral of the day.
First, it was bright
we were masters of the day.
Later dusk
we started returning to our roots.

Now as
black as beneath the grave!
Those behind time stumble and trudge
in the black cloud
in a bid to reach home.

The nocturnal species saturated the atmosphere-
their display, their songs:
The Crickets,
The Owls,
The Fireflies
and many more
all underneath the canopy of the Moon and Stars.

What a great dichotomy of nature
Justice only lies with the creator!

Categories: Poetry

1 reply »

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.