Grazing With You Poem by Stephen Omolori

I got quills made from an eagle's feathers,
Ink gotten from molten gold,
And papyrus whiter than peeled cassavas washed in Mẹmẹ,
For I want to write verses about you.
Using calligraphy, I'll glorify your comeliness.

I sit under the moon with my clan,
Telling them that there is a doe I want to graze with.
They share in my joy, dancing;
Their ululation reverbs in the dark.

An atmosphere of happiness,
The anopheline army sheathe their swords,
Enraptured when I say your name.
My heart leaps for joy:
My family will come with me at sunrise to see yours.