Life Inside Africa Poem by William Mpina

Hiking one lazy afternoon in August
An old owl greets me
“Good, my boy, good.”
Exasperated, I pivot my neck to look at him
But falling feathers block my way
As he is already miles away
Old owl! My mind boggles
And thought about my pooch at home
Last week, she said she met an owl
And died hours later
Oh, suppose it follows that way
Or it coincidentally happens
As I endure eating my distance
I think about my parents and my palace
Many, many kilometres across the sea