dry withered husk,
posing as a human being.
Curiously I edge closer…
A garbled greeting I receive;
“Do sit down dearie,” he
decreed. Have you also
come to see this mis -happen
creature shunned by society?”
Before me a motley shape,
a sorry sight to behold…” May
I sit awhile?,” I asked….
Stories, enchanted by his
melodious voice, captivated
I stared in awe for….
A HIDDEN GEM I found for sure.
©PSA 24/8/18.
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