_Today is Sunday
There was no sun in the sky
The wind was screaming
As though as they were chatting
Talking about what?
About the driest hay and the messy weeds.
"But tigers do not eat weeds."
"I'm not weeds!"
He shouted with his tiny thrones.
But nobody listened
They just continued their journey.
4.2.18 Monday
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