For a hole to hide its finger
When nobody is watching
It shuns its precious little wingers
And goes hunting in a sunny scorching
It knows it is in danger
But thinks of the warm little hole
It dreams of the finger in a manger
And desires for it with its heart in the whole
“Why will I sit in cold
When there’s heat to mend this soul?
I’ll never my finger fold
I’ll eat in the holey bowl”
And so it went chasing
For a goose whose wings were golden
It sweats with its finger burning
And limps as all beholden
The goose thinks of it as a novice
Who has been caught by the hole
It laughs thinking of its service
And swears to tire the mole
The goose jumps with style
It jumps in confusion
The goose slows and jumps like its on an isle
It jumps tiredly caring not about its intrusion
The kingdom watch its finger
As it bells its greedy need
And watch its small figure
Which they know the hole will never consider as feed
The goose had pity and held its finger
Broke its city messing his whole
To make sure he’ll get no more party for a winger
It flies to the dark and watches its little abandoned wingers grow big in his left hole
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014
2 replies on “ITS WHOLE CRASHING FOR THE HOLE”
Nice. Very nice. Hugs, Barbara
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Thank you very much Barbara.
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