MUIS

Muis is the name of
a mongoose i met one
fine day when the sun
was no bolder than
my hatless head. You see
it was not raining. And
i really liked the way
Muis furrowed through
the leaves of his hok
which was browner than
the tinderbox of age.
Whenever the dark clouds
threatened, Muis would
scurry for shelter within
the inner confines of the
hok. Nothing would have kept
Muis from going for a jol
with the clouds that night,
were it not for the Toasted
Burns of the Evening’s navel,
that were like the nostrils
of bald bad Time; almost
almost amper bleeding.