Travelling from far caves
You give chills which lift no finger to save
Visions of your opened mouth
Visions of your furious face
Thoughts of your final blows
Shake my body into jerks
So sail slow, oh vicious waves!
Smile small, oh angry waves
Seal your mouth, oh taunting waves
And get some brake, oh brake-less waves!
And stop being the scarecrow of this hungry bird
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014