DETERFLY

The butterfly which sits on the tip of an uneatable leaf

In hope of a wind taking it to the flower with a nectar cup

Without lifting its healthy wings in direction

Is bound to blame its God 

For the sluggish crime of itself


II

The mosquito which sits on a pore for long,

Like a hungry glutton on its delicacy,

Hoping to fill its tank for a lifetime

Never lives to tell the tale of the elderly


III

Heads are carried for a reason

Skins are shed in its season for a reason

Thinking wires need no pickaxes

In digging meaning from words of sages

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia ©October 11, 2017

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