He stands on one long leg,
One scarred long leg â€“ the other wound round it.
His thimbled muthigi is stuck in the armpit
And pegged slantwise to keep balance.
His lips twitch, his eyes stare,
His lips twitch, curled to whistle
That exclusive herdsmanâ€™s quiet tune
(The tune which induces lively gazing);
it is his only occupation for years on end.
He stands lanky-legged and bare;
Positioned strategically in front of his herd
He stand â€“
His thimbled muthigi pegged slantwise to keep balance.
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