STILL WATERS

Running free and dashing bright light on the water surface, 

Pepper birds, once humping on branches, leapt to fetch many fishes;

With beaks thicker and sharper, each stabbed the moving ripples,

Submerging with a catch onto the blue sky and bright clouds;

Away they flew, not to whence I have seen them before

But beyond the universe, across fields to distant lands.

Never or maybe again, I would see them, with wide feathery arms and thin feet,

But until then, I reclined from the open window. 

As the sun greeted my shelf, 

I turned to the waving white sheets that lay on the table, 

To draw what I had witnessed.

But only this time, there was no moving tides

Neither birds catching fish nor flapping wings, 

Just an animated memory beaming with still waters. 

Authored by Stanley Michael Oppong

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