A friend of mine asked me if I would put his poem up here for opinions. So here it is.?
The Eyes of Africa
In the silken shadows
on the African plain, she wakes.
Hunger presses her to rise.
Food will not come to her.
She glides as silent as the clouds.
She is on the hunt and nothing
escapes her eyes.
Clad in darkness her gaze shines
with the flame of African life.
What's your opinion?
I've already given him mine.
Well, Happy H this is what he gave me. I can't give you the rest of the story because he didn't write any more.