Fire from the Sky by Stanley Mungai (different ereaders .TXT) 📕

Who will have this precious stone?

The one the builders rejected.

Throw the jewel to the dogs.

Because my child refused.

Or else anyone;

Where will I take this love?

GOOD NIGHT!

Kiss your pillow for me goodnight

And when tomorrow’s bright

And the morn’s full of Wednesday light

Smile for me though out of sight.

THE CAT.

Upon the arboreal dozed and limb,

Extended coccyx serpentine loose,

Throne of inspection, tenet and dumb

Stillness hunts akin stealthy Mongoose;

Except for the natal locomotive

Soft deep sufficiently immense purr

Emanating from some industry; effective

In the cover of the thick supple fur.

The lord of his unconquered empire,

Thrives on flesh and quenches on milk,

Wintering unperturbed reading the fire

That flickers, gleaming his bed of silk.

Ever landing on appendage quadruple

Acrobatic athlete not soiling once his back

Consummating in strict concealment marble

Couch of perpetual indulgence buried black.

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Stanley Mungai

Publication Date: 07-31-2014

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Dedication:
Dedicated to Shammah