Saturday, October 22, 2011


by nooshin azadi

illustration by rhoda penmarq


he was still sitting 
under the tree
whose shadow never moved
i knelt down
and put the food in front of him
this time he didn't look me in the eyes
he simply started to eat 
i found myself confident enough
to caress his soft coat 
suddenly the tree collapsed 
and it started to drizzle

neither of us ran for shelter from the rain
i heard wings flapping above my head