Talking Of Food Poem by Tony Adah

We decided for croissant, coffee
And juice
Just continental enough
To show we've been there.

A dark shadow descended above the sky
Where a swirling kite was flying,
In that gazebo
We talked about cuisines
Man's best and animal's worst
And nature's decision on how
Or what we eat.
That shadow was a cloud of death.

We had taken our juice
A chick was in the kite's claws
Its bread and coffee and juice
And as death knocks on our doors
It is one bad thing losing
A friend or a relative
As it is one good thing
Being food for others
A chick climbed the silkcotton
Tree lying in state in someone's
Nest waiting for lunch
Which already it has become
In the usual way nature play
Out its myriad acts.