Food For A Poet Poem by Tony Adah
Food For A Poet
To listen to the owl songs
Means an omen is hanging on a tree
Will a bachelor travel?
Who will stock his fire?
A quarrel is golden
And silence is deaf
Argue with a fool
And fight the wise
With your brain
You shoot him down
Without the sound of a gun
When the lion steal the years
Of others
He begins to feed on snails
I won't have a load of elephant
On my head
And stumble to catch an ant.
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