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THE RIFLE AND THE FLUTE

THE RIFLE AND THE FLUTE
 
I took my rifle and l went
to nearby forest birds to hunt.
When l got there, l saw a bird
whose chick fell down through sad event.
 
The hen was flying with a cane;
it hovered where its chick was thrown.
It urged the chick to perch on it,
but it was too young to have known.
 
I held the chick and placed in nest,
and its mum set its mind at rest.
It twittered and gave me the cane
and flew to nest with heart so blessed.
 
I threw my rifle on the ground,
returned with that gift in my hand,
with a happy heart that blessed my act,
and a cane on lips with greatest sound.
 
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Written by Joseph-Zenieh
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