The first time I saw you I knew not who you were, your wonderful gentleness forever captured my heart. So I sat very quietly on my back deck and watched you dance, like a ballerina; all around my backyard.
Your camouflage colours made from nature and our sweet mother earth. Don’t dare blink I might miss you, or make a sound; and your wariness is much warranted for danger is always around.
My next door neighbour had dogs who,of course, loved bones, and you would steal them away when they went for a walk. Then from the safety of my green private place, you would unhurriedly enjoy your hard earned meal.
After quite some research I found you again, only this time it was in a book about birds. A picture was there in all your magnificence and underneath was your name, written in bold. White Faced Heron.
Welcome, welcome White dove The hatred wall That estranged cousins Have begun to fall When love Incarnated in white dove Started to fly high Over Ethiopian- Eritrean sky. Welcome, welcome White dove You are an antidote Border dispute to solve.
Poetry wound and a large schism starts an invasion. Numbness pours out. You become nobody; depart without a farewell. A crazy word is lost and a delirious search is initiated. Bit by bit coexistence is found between the sheets. Unwrap