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

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

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

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

By amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)

6 replies on “THE BIRDS”

Beautiful poetic piece magnifying the ironies and the twists and turns of life. The poem is an epitome of how man relates to others and other things that he does not really know, but based on the perceptions that stem from the fertile soil of mere speculations, assumptions, and perceptions of others.
Beautifully crafted.

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