Adaba

by Asiru Zainab aged 16

It perches on a branch of the bitter leaf tree behind my home.

Oh! What delight I find in the delectable disposition of this gentle angel.

It wakes me with a gentle coo at dawn after a weary night.

It stares innocently at me as if it can tell my thoughts.

Oh!! I cannot envisage a morn’ without its happy chirping gearing up for a new day.

Adaba! The brown and grey feathered bird erases my tears and fills my heart with ecstasy.

The voices of sirens in the desert can’t compare to it’s soulful melody which I’ll always revel in.

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