(In survival for new choice and culture)
As slack old tree rots
Strong-keen hand clutches new branch
To strive for high stakes.
Like a hunter’s aim for prey
My life’s bow is choky-free
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Henry Chukwuma (c) Feb 2021. All Rights Reserved
https://henrycpoemlyrics.wordpress.com/2021/02/16/my-stake/
Tanka Syllabic lines – 5,7,5,7,7
