“Speak up Sssssarin…”, ridiculed the merchant.”We all know that you are slow with your words, what’s up with your legs today? Did a snail bite you…”, he cursed some more before letting Sarin drop the last of his grain bags… Read More ›
This is a poem that I wrote several years ago and pleasantly encountered it in a notepad stowed away in a forgotten folder!
We see this well-dressed old woman visiting the park with a couple of small sacks of peanuts, oats and other grains to feed the birds. A common sight we thought, although it was difficult to miss