The native


Once you landed, you saw me looking at you

wondering from where you came looking for me

you were surprised at what I wore and was I too.

I was accommodating to make you feel at home

my home which I had tended for so long year

making it comfortable to please you as much.

But after knowing, my habits, my water hole

you drove me back into the far wilderness,

I had dreaded so long and away from home.

The inhabitants there treated me the best way

they could and made me at home, a foreigner

but I didn’t ditch them as you did to me…

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