Oh, Dear Baro

Oh, dear Baro 

Petty gamble o'er the matter 

Emptying of thy belly 

Gives them fame, sheared 

Mosquitoes awoken of staccatos

Mosquitoes in swarms, fishes in droves

The Wind In Her Wings

Le Eagle soared away at dawn
But we were not lorn
Father Sky was kind - we tarried much
Then she caught the wind in her wings
Same which I purred from my pipes
So I was breathless when she was gone
With kindred spirit in formation
Umunna in tow to new breeding fortes.