Poetry

THE GIST OF THE BIRDS

A sleepless night was done on me

it resulted in me having swollen eyelids

closing off control.

While I struggle to gain authority over my eyes

using little broom sticks to hang

the element of sleep was still winning.

I devised a means to conquer.

Ask how?

Yeah, simply by taking a walk

in a garden possessing tall mango,

almond trees and the likes.

There, something caught my attention:

three birds whispering and chirping

one to another from different trees.

Then, I paid attention to observe more quietly.

All I heard them gossip about was P-R-I-N-C-E-S-S.

Oh!, my Princess?

what is wrong? I soliloquized.

Fortunately, a new visiting co-bird came

It spoke more loudly saying:

Hurray! It’s the birthday of his charming Princess.

Wow! that was it.

I comprehended the "by-the-way news"

I jubilated

I thanked the gossiping birds

Wait a minute,

I had just conquered the powerful sleep

by the power of Joy, Happiness and Gladness

expressed in the celebration of my honey.

So I began to sing:

The gist of the birds

How art thou reminded me of my beloved

Behold the epitome of beauty

Came into this world this day

Came into my life afterwards

And so I’m in love.

composed and written by: Oludare Olumide