When the General arrives,

He makes no sound

 

but,

 

The dripping sound of the overflowing bucket,

The banging sound of the door begging to be closed,

The soft sounds of the air pushing the curtains on the swing,

The merry dancing of objects freely in the atmosphere

 

Blows the trumpet,

Yet only few tend to be aware

 

Until he has departed with their love ones

Published by Akintola Akindele