Yeyeremo
You are my Yeyeremo
My feathery fan
In December’s voluminous sky
Fly far, then near
Bring me a boon
From the capering clouds
Now when the harmattan creeps between the sheets
With its quickening touch
I woke up this morning
With songs beneath my pillow
I never knew my dreams were so fertile
My vacant hours so wakeful with magic moments
Are you the stirring stanza
In my unborn song
Your smile that storm
In my sea of sighs
“Obey your laughter”,
Commanded your silence
“Gauge my gaze
Unfurl my frown”
Sky-high, earth-bound
Care-free, countless pilgrims
Your end-year ditty
Is the alpha of my endless song
Small high-flying birds once common around the Christmas period in the southwestern part of Nigeria; awe-inspiring in the largeness of their numbers.