The night with its enchantment, came triumphant on us again, the tasteless sky with half moon yet to zenith into completion, like this, I wrap my head around what I love but finds ways of leaving me, to take pity in my loneliness, a bird hatched across the bush, waited days for the return of its mother but to no return, I imagine the bird struggle so hard with her wings that pick a thorn from yesterday's feast, I imagine the weight on her pressed her down into a little river drinking up the clouds festival but yet to complete its full glory, the bird struggle out of the river to take flight again to the shore of feast, life isn't about the ups and ups alone its also about the down and down and down too, Yesterday's feast came well but bruised before the success for the mother bird, imagine all the struggle the mother couldn't mirror to the little bird but it claps her little beak on the food and push it down her throat, like all other days past that success came so glaring and sometimes came accomplished after plethora of struggle, today's was nothing close, it was all the struggle put together for the mother but strength failed her, and drowned her, & the bird waiting could no longer wait when the rain was almost sending her off the ship of living.
Ariyo Ahmad graduated from Jamia Ahmadiyya Islamic University ilaro, Frontier XI, a Nigerian poet. A Pushcart nominee, He has poems published on Native skin, Kissing Dynamite poetry, Shallow tales Review, Lumiere review, Brittle paper, Icefloe and others. He is the Poetry editor for Fiery Scribe Review. Find him on Twitter @ahmad_akanni.