The patient dog sickens by all sides
Contouring pains in patience anticipating the
Fattest bones.
The circle is made of wind, invincible –
By the way, time is framed between day and night
The seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years
Thus glorifies the existence of morning, afternoon, evening and night
Which all revolves in the circle of 12 and 24.
Life is a circle,
Time is the circle,
Whispers are like bells
Tolling on wedding days
Ringing on school days
Alarming on church days.
The beautiful scenery of the gathered clouds
Isn’t enough to get the chance of winning.
It could rain, it could erase
It could be hot nor cold
It could be a challenge;
Flood, Drought, Storm.
The wind carries all the messages
Needed to head and heed cautions
In it breeze, whispers
All day, time and place.
The patent dogs hears from all sides
Conjuring the ear(ers) to listen to
What the wind says with the gifts of
Fleshy bones.
by Tola Ijalusi
