Field Mice And Screech Owls Poem by nimal dunuhinga
Field Mice And Screech Owls
Both of you disturb my precious sleep,
scurrying and screeching.
You have no pity for my beloved! ?
She scrubbed the whole day
and washed the dirty linen.
Now she is in a sound sleep.
For me I don't mind, , just a scribbler.
But you must look after her.
She gets up early in the morning.
Not only that, she is the one
who feeds you everyday.
This poem paints a skillful, insightful portrait of a selfless woman who nutures not only her family but cares about God's creatures as well.Lovely poem, Nimal. Kindest regards, Sandra
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5/5/2024 12:32:00 PM # 1.0.0.1119
To put others first, is truly a fine thing to do, Love duncan X