The Mission Warden Poem by Mwenyeji Spikes

When fairly dusty tales fail to add up
We look up to logic for interpretation of starts and riddles
His hallucinations were temporary but his dreams were forever
Something like the village bliss swept over his soul
He was a steward to the master's materials
Keeping watch over the cattle on a thousand hills

Mission warden kept watch over deserted sheep
Every time the rod got off his hands he found himself asleep
Precaution and caution he took to keep guard over the tribal sheep
Mission warden always boast of will
But never in the morning will grass sit by the dew

His imaginations are full of wary
What happens when the master gets back to find two amiss?
Gates broken and the wild fox bruised half the flock
Mission warden never found time to keep count of his stock
Night approaches and he can't tell what's important of his flock