The rooster will crow
The birds will chatter
The sheep will rise like sloths
The crickets will soften their creeks
The goats will stand eager by the gate for mealies
When the sun rises we will forget that darkness came, comes and will come.
Featured at The Red Wheelbarrow on 1 September 2022
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