THE BIRDS

They told me Nightingales sing like angels
So are the best to listen to
…when my spirit is low

Ib
They told me owls are the worst of them
They bring abominations
And are taboos spelt in bold letters
Ones I must kill and burn at a sight
To save my luck from draining

Ic
They told me doves are the saints
Their presence smell holiness
Their friendliness give blessings
Their sounds call God Himself
…to look and rain down favours
So I must clutch on them

B
But when the birds came
The nightingales sounded like murderers
…aiming for my hearing
The doves looked fierce
…aiming for my eyes
They did defecate on my effectiveness
And laughed at my determination
Only the owls watched out for me
Their voices scaring off the saints
Their huge eyes turning away hunters aiming for my soul
So I was left to watch my fear
And saw the best spirit hidden in the taboo
This is why the owl is the only bird
…around me
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © October 2020