It is a weird night
A weird night where hens
Open their traps of bliss
In contrast to the merry go rounds
And dizzy spells penaltying for the goals
II
It is a weird night
Even femme frogs block the commercial street
Hoping to pay off buyers
After giving off their best goods for free
III
It indeed is a weird night
That night when bats scout for youngsters
Instead of meals
Knowing the vehicle of morning
Speeds to their skies
IV
It actually is a weird night
That night when owls watch
And are pimped like pins
By prostituting magnets
V
Even lionesses roar for beckoning
Not to prey
Hyenas beg to pamper not mischief
Monkeys sing on the temples of pleasure
As trees beg to be spared the sights
VI
It sure is a weird night
One so filled with canes for the walk-alone
One filled with scissors for the tattered sanes
Mouths of entrances of the earth
Are widely opened
I wonder the mouldings
Which can win the competitions
To see daylight
Who at all called for this?
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) August 15, 2016
Photo Credit: Mike Kwafo
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