Suddenly the blind dog barked
She stopped me from my path
She told me of a smell
She sensed something desirable
Something we could sell
She showed me faint footprints
And ordered a new direction
A direction which seem so recognisable
A direction too determined
A direction so convinced
Being cautious of the heavy myst before me
I kept a close look on each foot print
Laying a stone for each print I followed
Soon it took shorter strides
While I aligned stones like a puzzle
My back bent and palms bleeding
I stopped to rest my back and dry my hands
Then a bitch unveiled from the myst
- C
November 30, 2011, 9:09am
