Invisible Motor Bike

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"