A rustle is heard in the vert;
A mother stalks her young.
A cold sinister wind howls an abominable note,
a thief chances on hidden treasure; a poacher claims his price.
Unsuspecting, the sun shines ever so brightly;
the Earth shrieks in mortal agony.
Alas! The moon plots a coup;
the kin of darkness schemes its ascendancy.
A big bell clings and clangs;
a big clock ticks and tocks;
a mother smothers her young.
High tide washes up news from afar,
an amateur plucks his strings with ease; a virtuoso fidgets and fumbles.
The roar of a waterfall fades into a whimper,
The sun breathes its last.
Alas! The moon takes its crown;
the kin of darkness its right.
Moses Ameh is a Nigerian writer, idealist and critical thinker. He loves listening to audio books and is enhthusiaitic for positive change. He can be contacted on twitter: @AmehMoses_E and instagram: @amehmoses_e.