He Was a good carrot-munching animal
my friend's father sold him to me;
for much bargains and some thousand naira
Like a slave struggling for fetters free.


There in a cage- -I brought him home,
but times went by and we turned family
Nights and every morning, i'd rome
Rome miles, for his cut of green barley.


and eager the wakeful bunny'd twirl
His nose like a toothless aged-woman
Before the bite of his fresh meal
pure, pious, slow, clean and hale- -.


like a virgin maid before a mirror-frame
From the head down to his cottontail
he'd groomed himself party-ready the same
His world, his imaginations, the quiet lay.


his straight antenna-like ears, the black glowing eyes
his humane heart,loneliness, his humble soul
Lavish me times kneeing by his side
and made my secrets known to his earlobe.


but there was nothing else i had,
than to let him go and tell him bye
like locked grain of sand from the hand
than to cry and cry and cry.


Than to yield to my mother's solace
raising me up in her dearing cheer,
On a morning I walked to his cage
That I could not find him there.


But behind his death was a foe
My brother's mad dog who'd bite
Ate him up and took to his toes
In the middle of the night.