​A ROPE IN A HOLE FALL

Once a vibrant bird fell
Its pain and sadness was like hell

Its chirps could pierce a tortoise’s shell

But none threw even a healing gel
II

Its broken wings begun to swell

And watching birds begun to sell

Its sad state was the definite sell

As many mimicked its sad sad yell
III

Rumours of a hungry eagle spread

Like wild fire in a cotton bed

Eyes kept watch in a bushy shed

Beaks kept pens in the noise’s dead
IV

Until darkness rose from its day’s dead

And the poor bird on death’s prayer fed

But before darkness’s myth was heard

A rope’s hand, a saving, led
V

The poor bed did pray its last

At least let my death be so fast

So my pain will fail to last

In this poor script where I’ve been cast
VI

“Open your eyes drama king of kings

Not all beaks are chirpy swings

And as everyday holds its night’s wings

So will help find troubled dings”
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And so it was that a darling came

Through an elder to wipe its shame

And helped to fix its living name

Oh its thanks to the rope which suddenly came

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) July 7, 2017.