Cocks crow and crow <br />Frogs crock and crock <br />My sleep is warm and sweet <br />Morning chill makes me want my bed more <br /> <br />The star in her eyes <br />Her dark hair that flows <br />So soft is her voice <br />I’ve to make duty in or out <br /> <br />A weaver bird flies past the window out <br />A strip of grass in beak to build a nest <br />Traffic horns I hear and curses I know bread for sweat <br />Chocolate sleep, beauty and pistons, I’m at crossroads<br /><br />Charles Jagongo Ogola<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/crossroads-65/
