This is a sequel to The Feathers which I posted last week. I thought about it and here I am. Do read the first to follow.
For my Sunshine, ‘Bayo.
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The tale of we three
continues two seasons after the last.
Good twin farther than I wish
the spitter, a frequent caress on my skin.
We three weaving our nests
with twigs, grass and toast-coloured leaves.
Good twin bearing colourful petals from her northward pilgrim,
the spitter donning hues obtained by blood.
I, searching to the world’s end
strong twigs and some white hibiscuses.
But things, as always, go wrong
maybe for good or better.
Ever so slowly I forge my path, alone.
Picking the maize I do love and storing for the rains
with Sunshine by my side
making my living worth chirping.
Brightening my days,
assuring me of plentiful harvest
where the land will be filled with long ears
and my beak with fat grains.
Both twin and spitter gradually forgotten
their feathers deep in Mother Earth
replaced by the sun’s colorful rays
on my long black wings.
I am still friends with them though. But…. You know how it is.
All in this life's journey... 
Awww. Bayo, le boo that helped you with the sensor and amala saga eh? Lol. Lovely piece. I like the length. ^_^
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Oshey, bright reader. He is the one and only. Thank you for ‘awwwww-ing’ and liking.
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I read this before, but reading again..and I’m astonished as ever at the depths that Tele can feel.
I had my misgivings, but good one Teleola.
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My teacher is astonished… A++ at the end of the year for shizzle!!!
I am happy you saw it my way, sensei.
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Taaa! Calm your down feathers..
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Meh. Na still Forever Alone sure pass. (˘̯˘ )
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Taaaa. You’ll cave. U lyk brezzz.
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Sad and exquisite… I’ll continue to make your living worth tweeting. Bless me, i’m an excellent twitcher 😉
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Agenebode! \(O_o)/
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Oshey my lover! 🙂
Thanks for being there.
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I read this thing and became sad. To make matters worse, Tele and Uchiha started romping in the hay in the comments section.
Must. Remain. Single. Na only my feather I wan dey see for ny nest.
😦 you guys…beautiful conclusion to that piece (which I understood, by the way) that started it all.
You will never walk alone.
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Thought it was Oghenebode. We learn everyday sha.
Romping okwia?! So that you can be looking….
You are understanding a good number of poems these days. Time to write? No? Loooool.
Thanks for reading and prophesying. I pray same for you, Pastor Justin.
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Out of sheer jealousy I will not drop any nice commnt
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Looooool. Should I beg? Oya please…
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