Hunter, zita is a bird

A bird whose family needs a shooting

Because they always shout in calling

When even breezes step quiet in falling


Hunter, I know it is good

Good to make your presence known

But not when you have no poison

And your enemies have catapults and guns


Hunter, zita is a sitting-at-one-place noise maker

I don’t know who told it

That its species have beautiful voices

But sure, zitas choir can kill ears


Hunter, take your gun

And clean your ears

Let your ears act as your eyes

And take you to zita


I am sure you are famished

You need a cooked noisy bird which is garnished

So your children can be called nourished

Since zita is calling, please grant her wish

And let your gun give her a royal bow

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

By amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)

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