That wooden cottage facing -
the forest , once that was mine,
A wee stream flowed by languidly
Singing angelic hymns divine.
Little fish swam in the water
And lazy prawns hung to weeds,
Birds of all songs, sizes, shades
Flew about in search of seeds.
Peacocks danced on the banks
As from trees their mates called,
Waves over the stones clapped
As winds on the banks
balled.
Deer, rabbits, foxes and boars
Paid me visits every still night,
But when the elephants’ herd
Rolled past, was a roaring sight.
Now, I’m distant from the grove
That cottage and the jungle breeze,
The droopy dreams I’ve left behind
Lay around my
memories a seize.
I cannot return to the cute cottage,
The animals, birds, gobs and ghosts,
They send messages to
my heart
They wait for me as eternal hosts.
Xavier Bage
Sun, Aug 28, 2016