
As I sat in the dark corner
I saw a rat jump past in fright
Then a cat chased like a hunter
Its paws fat like a curved sword
I saw a bat sitting like a judge
When its mat of leaves did little shake
It flew like a tat cotton in strong wind
Chased by a head with a hat and gun
Oh the fowls were being searched by the hawks
And the hawks by the fiery scary eagles
And the eagles by cruel guns
Hands of the guns by all minds of the forest
None did sit without a thought bit
That a stronger force did seek for it
Hoping to pay their stomachs with their single heads
Oh life of the chased and the chasing chaseds!!!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2016