It’s a dark thrush
The sky is Spectre grey
My hysteria is mixed with the pandemonium of the Nightingale.
Eulogizing the Lord for the thickness of the Greenland
The trees are like strings of a broken guitar
My anxiety is now escalating
A ferocious beast is now advancing to my territory
It’s bloodthirsty is more than the avarice of Leopold of Belgium
It’s warlike gaze makes my heart palpitate voilently
Only to be awaken by the smooth chords of the Eurasian blackcap
~Davis Mpuuga~
