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

The Rhabit

It was a cloudy morning in May, as I walked over the country. After not a while, to my surprise I saw a rabbit scuffling slowly across the ground. It was white in colour, a peculiarity where the norm is brown, the rabbit turned as it heard my footstep and began to distance itself from me. Though what is more peculiar is it only went just a few meters away and when I came close, it ran away again, maintaining a constant distant from me.

This behaviour persisted so I followed as it evades me, when suddenly I tripped over roots and about to fall. The rabbit must have occured to its little brain that I wanted to catch it, that the white creature bolted away. I regained my steps and followed it, where I saw the rabbit crossed the road(for we were leaving the fields) and a car came. The driver probably barely noticed except a slight bum, the left tyre, as the car sped away blissfully.

I ran and prepared myself for the worse.
The rabbit was dead, or so I thought. However it suddenly talked, I musn't be dead then, I amended my thoughts. Then again, it couldn't be a rabbit then, if it happened to talk. Nevertheless it spoke.

To be honest I had believed the voices to be mine, except for the fact that the mouth of the white rabbit was in sync with the voice, while my mouth, I noticed, was dry and agap. What the rabbit said was even surprising, something you would not expect to be said by a ran-over rabbit, if they could talk at all. Still, what it said was something like this.

To die insignificantly or;
to die beautifully.

To this I had no response, as I now feel it was not a question. Even if it was, I wouldn't be able to provide an adequate reply at that time. The rabbit further said.

If a rabbit were to furrow a burrow,
would it simply be something that resembles one.
If a rabbit were to die and not see tomorrow,
would it matter what it left behind and done?

with that the rabbit stopped. Its words stopped with its breath. A friend of mine asked, "Why do you tell about this sad rabbit then?"
"I do not know. It's a habit."

A Rhabit. The end.