The Guinea Fowl
1 min readJun 26, 2019
The wheelbarrow’s screeching noise
cries out sorrowfully
the twilight begins quickly
for the guinea fowl.
He’s watching — and that’s late -
To him a companion,
spent in a tree the loneliness
and the night time
Together in a shiny leaflet tree
half sleep, half watch, half dream,
and at the seam of condemnation,
not to die alone
I aimed, and with the blast
one guinea fowl fell
forceful the companion flies
off in the night time
