The owl said the market has closed
The market has closed
So said the owl to the vulture
But the vulture could not understand it
There will be no carcass
Left on the hilly trails
And no entrails in the butchers shop
The market has closed
So said the owl again
But the vulture could not fathom it
There will be no leftovers
Left by the gutters
And no old soup dumped by the maids
There will be no more sacrifices
Placed in the market centre
Nothing for the spirits to fight over
The market has closed
So said the owl with sadness
But the vulture couldn't comprehend it
No more hagglers staying out late
No fried pork enticing the flush
There will be no full stomachs
And no leftovers
Nothing to remind anyone
Of the rewards of toil
The market has closed,
Said the sad owl flying away
But the vulture still can't believe it.