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CHASING CHASED

ANIMALS IN THE WILD

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

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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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