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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