WHEN SUNSET CAME

To the bushes we ran

Away from our homes

For with sunset came more uncertain terror.

The grass that roofed our homes,

Now made beds for us.

The trees that gave poles to our shelters,

Now happily sheltered us

And took no revenge upon our earlier murderous hand on their lot.

Snakes sought for warmth among us and took no bite.

The piercing thorns that now

threateningly stood beneath

the grass that now was our

bed, pierced not.

The wind that spoke fallacies,

The ears that listen to imaginary sounds,

The eyes that gave life to still figures

That in their ghastly shapes

Appeared to move.

Crouched and stood they as I did!

All were part of the horrifying spooky tidings that rocked our very being to the core.

As we to the bushes so journeyed.

To hideouts where verbal communications would turn heads in horror.

Where fire was lit only at night in controlled manner

For smoke speaks volumes to foes far away.

Like a fix north star, it would bring our bearing to they that seek to hurt us.

When into the bushes we took refuge.     

                                             Opolot Simon