My Village 

Children are crossing the street. I’m also home from school.

 In the evening I buy some groceries (in the tiny supermarket) my mom forgot.

  When I want to empty my mind I take a walk. 

 I hear neighbors talking with each other. I don’t know their names but I sure know their faces.

 I smile and continue walking until I see that same cat sitting on the pavement without no ears.

 And all I see are tiny holes. I’m wondering what even happened to that poor creature.. 


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