The owl said the market has closed

 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.