Never believe a poet when
he begins to sing;
like the songful birds on
tree tops at break of break of day
in sumptuous metaphors,
the seasational heartsongs
of a passionate buck
calling out to its heart's doe
in scintillating serenades- never!
but know then instead,
that you must bruise
the serpent on the head!
but doubt it not
when I avow my love
for you in verse-
no, I am not a poet,
I am a lovebird.
© Emmanuel Karibi Obuala (Tari-yai)
2020
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