The Owl Poem by RazonAnny Justin

I.
From my abode of Dangerous Safety
I counted as they filled the market, at midnight
One, the other and yet another
Lo! My Brother and Etekas' Mother
They gathered to make Judgement on me
Seven of them; all from my Clan
Stories of the Owl; sleepless barn Owls
Atop the Iroko perched, an ear to the ground
Damned to the twitch of a branch
Perils of eavesdropping; all counting on him.


II.
The One with great Eminence
On these dark Matters stood
Asking that my case be presented
Surprisingly, up rose the Brother of my Father
I shook with Awe that I didn't see him sitted
Even as I scanned faces and presence
Meticulously, he made them see
How much a scare to him, I bring
The nuisance in me, glowing
To heights, he was dwarfed by its growing
I reckoned from my high Fortress
How many a time, to him I had run
Now my Solace turning wolves on me.


III.
I saw the other- that supposed Brother
Rise to witness to my Guilt
Of birthrights to me, he sold
And a worthless deal of me, he told
These words stirred me to fury
I almost uttered from my refuge
About affairs of old, can't they see
That the morn is a past, of me
Our life- sun is now at mid day
Then the One cleared his throat
Awakening my apprehensions with ascending calm
I thought they heard the sound
Of distant drummings, the Iroko leaves reverberating
My heart humming sweet melodies of fear.


IV.
The One rasped in strange vocabs
Pay no heed to his matter
He cometh to nought, to attract thy care
I bled a silent tear, even as I flew away
And dropped the shroud, coming alive
My brothers' carcass lying by my side
I turned to sleep, braced of mind
Knowing I have greetings in the Morn
Sweet tidings, with a straight face, offered
Eventhough I knew who they were
Yet, I strongly believe
Their ignorance is a Mountain
For if I summed- up to Naught,
How come they circle the Hearth
With fire in their eyes,
And my Name in their Mouths?