Adesola Oladoja writes

The Little Bird

Your song,

Your glee

Where has it gone?

The you of yesteryears

Oozed giant drops

Tapped joyful tears

From our rivulets

But then you left our nest and garden

You've been gone for just a season

Was it the terrain that chided you

Or innocuous smiles of us?

Was it the climes, maybe the times?

For now we see you no more

Yes, you returned

But not the you

We parted with

For your song now sags our ears

Melancholy trails it

Hostility smells within your mile

It's lucid to the blind

O little bird

I love you so

But change your change with haste

For we still listen to your songs

Though it hurts our ears