Kias kelui

Pipit sama pipit,
Enggang dengan enggang,
Pipit, pipit serindit,
Enggang jalan seorang.

Enggang pergi ke dalam rimba,
dahaga di hati inginkan air;
Mencari perigi ketemu timba,
raga ternanti hingga ke akhir.

Pipit terbang lada bersulah,
Nasi disenduk sambil bernyanyi;
Andai tangan bertepuk sebelah,
Kucing bertanduk pun tak akan berbunyi.

Pipit tuli memakan jagung,
Mata terkebil, ditelan sangkut;
Walau berkali berulam jantung,
Hati dipanggil tetap menyahut.

Bukan mabuk di enggan lalu,
Tepi jendela pipit berbuat sarang;
Bukan tertunduk tersipu malu,
Tapi sedar pipit yang angannya panjang.

I'll make bread!

"Wouldn't it be wonderful if we could eat something else beside mice, Big Brother?"
"What would you want?" Big Brother hooted.
"Well, I don't really know," Small Brother answered. He flapped his wings once and flew to another branch where he perched silently. After a while he blinked his big eyes and suddenly said, "I know, I know! I want to eat Bread!"

"Bread?" Big Brother turn his head a half circle, looking backwards.
"Yes, Bread! You know, the one like in the story. Where the hen plants wheat in the field. She then tends them for many days, which is hard work from what I've heard. However I am certain the food will taste better since the effort poured on it is considerable. It sure is more interesting than catching mice. Those little rodents are so stupid and always surprised that they're dead. It is so boring eating them, don't you think so Big Brother?"
"Hmm," he hooted non-commitally.
Upon the lack of response, Small Brother continued, "And after the wheat is grown, the next process is to harvest and mill. In the story, the wheat is turned into flower. Fancy that Big Brother. You get a flower. A flower from wheat!"
"Uhum."
"Anyway the flower is then dried in the sun before it is next used for the baking of the bread. The smell of baked bread!  The story always say that the aroma will make your mouth water. Delicious! Wouldn't it wonderful to eat bread? Well why not? In fact, I am eating bread from now on! I'll start to plant wheat tomorrow. Isn't that a great idea Big Brother?"

"Yes, it is. Only one thing."
"What is that?" asked the small owl.
Big Brother turned his head from the back to the front, and said, "You must wake up in the morning," before he flew away and caught a mice.


 The end


Owls can turn their head ~180°. Cool. Hoot, hoot!

Aku bukan Usman Awang mahupon Shakespeare

Aku tak reti sastera,
tak pandai buat ayat bunga-bunga,
kalau cakap kat depan, mesti gagap-gagap,
kalau sembang intelek, mesti lambat tangkap.
Dulu karangan kat sekolah markahku slalu rendah,
perkataan pulak tak pernah cukup patah,
kalau tengok kat kertas tanda merah merata,
Cikgu kata bnyk salah, kurang kosa kata.

Aku lagi tak reti Bahasa Inggeris
ejaan pelik, berbelit-belit, berlapis-lapis,
paling susah bila terjumpa orang putih,
setakat 'yes' 'no' pastu tersengih-sengih.
Agaknya sebab tu mat saleh kata kita peramah,
bila ditanya, tegur, senyum panjang tak bermadah,
yang aku maksudkan begitu pengguna sepertiku,
yang kantoi Inggeris, dunno bahasa baku.

Jadi bila menulis, tulisan ku lemah,
bila bertutur, kataku tak petah,
kadang-kadang mesej aku tak sampai,
selalu orang panggil aku lampi, tak pandai.
Tapi bila salah janganlah gelakkan,
senyum sinis pon kalau boleh jangan,
Tegurlah kalau mahu, cuma jangan bagi aku malu.
Apa guna sombong ilmu, diusung ke hilir ke hulu

Aku bukan Shakespeare
Ceritanya di sanjung, diperhati, ditelaah di institusi.
Tapi siapa pasti pula, pendapat ku sampah tak berisi?

Dan aku bukan Usman Awang,
Beliau ramai orang kenal, digelar tongkat Waran,
Aku tiada yang kenal, aku hanya seorang insan.

Dictator wishes

There are three things I wish more
First of the three is gold and money
To spend on the world and its galore
Pave the path to anywhere my heart's glee

Next I wish for more power to hold
This I weld and drag behind my heels
Allies adores while enemies behold!
For those who oppose will be killed

Of the three I wish more of the last
More than the two I wished before
I wish to forget bloody deeds of past
Which my tainted hands threw my peace obscure