A glorious sun shines
As i entwine round vines
I see them walk by
These men natures' supply
I'm hungry, have to feed me
Slide down to, crush dry leaves
He sees me, its too late
I melt down, all his hate
and lie there and wait
He takes to his heels
i shiver and hiss
Watch him slow down
As i blow him a kiss
Copyright. Busola Elegbede
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