Quietude: Francis Ocran

Perching on the tree golden
Melodically I whistle enchanting songs
For the rumbling tumbling water,
The whirling windy wind
The  wriggling and waggling leaves
And the dozing dazzling sun
To rest behind the dusk
A homophonic harmony



Until the hunter bartered
His gun to want me stop singing
For the rumbling tumbling water,
The whirling windy wing
The wriggling waggling leaves
And the dozing dazzling sun
To rest behind the dusk
Such a heterophonic anarchy

Blood in his gun
He came for games
Not for circus play
He finds pleasure
Whiles the water bleed,
In the pebbles of my blood,
The leaves shared unwilling,
The wind winding windy lazily,
And the dozing dazzling sun
Slept forever behind the dusk
Quietude anarchy.