Seated on the veranda
One evening not really dark
In the twilight of sun set
Telling family tales
An invisible motor bike
Moving in the air
Only its sound was clear
That was trailing its path
Suddenly a screech
On the roof top edge
Like it skidded
Sparkling; light flashed
It went away within a second
Gone -sound trailing
Invisible motor bike
Then silence; mouths wide open
Then, little cursings
\"Has it dawned for you?\"
\"Oh, a journey to Addis Ababa\"
\"Honourables have passed by\"