Crumbling Embers – Haliyah Oyindamola Bamgbose
Out in the meadow, Leafs whisper mellow Waiting to be struck by this Indecent fellow-the round red ball. Upon the crack of dawn, Birds chirp in distrust; Winds cry in despair; Looking teased and embarrassed. Mother bird threw a tantrum For their lose of abode. The atmosphere tirade- All day for the loss…