you fly low in mediation to me' but highly recognizable
and though energetically born' still i see you shamble
like a king of rings to jump i need you to pull
yet greatly i bring a fall and sing fool
leisure triumph everyday morning is your lute voice
and your shadow interests in shock of pumice
wake me up with hypnotising sound of jazzy june
but then sakes me with your mesmerized sleady soar
i frankly command, you commence my bird
your wings provide serenety to my dignity
and rings vigorously to my mutiny
fly not higher than the skies
but walk beyond skies without lies
be the messenger and declare me the massage
Anele ''The African Son'' kaPotelwa
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-bird-4/
