MIDNIGHT CROWINGS

Why do some cocks crow at midnight
When darkness is no closer to dawn
And can never go back in time?
Is it for mischief?
Fear?
Miscalculated time?
To signify trouble
To wake nocturnals
Be accompanying voices to troubled minds
Or tell the world of its insomnia?
Oh wonders of the night!

II
Crowings in the convention of dogs
On the threshold of quietude
When most eyes are imprisoned by sleep
While bats and owls feed
As naughty crickets sing in unseen ghettos
Shielding no-good-legs
To transport their hands
To kidnap belongings of hardworkers
And their mates
Is worrisome indeed

III
Crowings to announce
The presence of egg thirsty
Death-angel- chicken-hunting- pythons
To hen-coops
Is no wolf crying
Its pain lies in the lack of help alarms
In the noble venture
How can ears know the difference
Between nature waking bells and help sounds?
Unfortunate situation of the helpless!

IV
Whatever the reason
However the urgency
Whoever the prompters
No matter the security neglect
Whatever the outcome of the crowing
Midnight sure sees many
Hears much
Feels many
Many many queer things
And houses many thoughts in divergent state
Wonders of the world!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) October 11, 2016

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