The whistle of the Night

The whistle of the night
From the hunter’s search
Burnt with untiring shout
Collecting the waves of the sky

Lashing through the wild
With blades and sound
Burdened with a merciful heart
Praying for the sheep gone lie

Here meet wolves and owls
Guard along the secret pass
Torn way with might and grind
Leading on the bloody fight

Where find the lost sheep
Filled with disease and broken limbs
Wrapped around his heart felt breast
Carrying home with a full delight

MO.

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About Michael Ogundele

A writer, ardent reader and lover of nature. fell in love with writing five years back and I've been engraved in her arms ever since. I share my little way of writing poetry and reflections based on Catholic faith and Spirituality on this space. I hope you enjoy reading as we ride the same chariot to the leafy greens. Do follow me and together, let us jump into the ocean of my ink.
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