They made sure the scent reached the valley,
Where young studs grazed,
Goats, cows, sheep mounting on and beneath mountains
of Savanna..
Grey hills, and the Mitongore trees,
As they lay yonder at Kabugugas’
He died late, not early,
Like dad.
Today, I took to Nakalele close,
And found Nakalema and Rose,
Brisk walking
and so close,
No masks
Yes, I asked,
They asked.
I detest the sound of Subaru boys ,
They aren’t for the faint-hearted,
As one blew me off the road,
This breezy morning,
As he sped past,
In the morning drizzle
COVID hearts
are feeble,
And brittle…
Shuttered lungs
Gasping for air,
cows,
!