It bothers
me less how much calves storm my bare toes,
In return,
their mothers provide me diet,
Overbearing
nutrients burden,
Food
for work done
I shall
not regret,
Keeping
them
The
nutrients
In dark
valleys, they are with me,
They are
my speechless companions
Never confuse
them with ordinary children
Descendants
of colonized wild
They were
wild but none
In the
dried valleys, calves help smell fare water pools,
They help
me in detecting a hidden threats,
My dog
and spear are shields,
But can
I do without the guidance,
Of my
ancestral deities
Who guide
me and calves,
We roam
valleys for better pastures
But they
too roam invisibly,
The gods
of a helpless herder,
My calves
are my hope too,
Yet my
hope is in them,
Their
mothers do
No comments:
Post a Comment