The Leech

The leech

 

It is about a day when the farmer’s luck ran awry

No morsel of food to feed his family

His hands were dry and face was pale.

He ate mud and grass, and sometimes the waste.

 

He had lost his semblance; a farmer was he.

Prone to stay silent in violent hours and humble otherwise;

Was now gripped by insanity because of the tragic times.

How he begged for food to every door that remained closed.

No earthly soul took pity; left to fend on his own.

 

A little leech crawled by the side.

Stalking and chasing for food - day and night.

The sight of the famer brought hope in its eyes.

For the hungry leech- a prey was hard to find.

 

The leech sat up to examine the prey.

Carefully placed itself on top of the leaf

That hung by the farmer’s side.

Opened its jaws and the blade it set;

To attack the farmer on his head.

 

Blazing the leech’s plan;

Nature ran its course in time.

As a gust of wind blew the leaf.

The little leech was now on the ground.

 

Determined to keep its resolve

It moved to set another attack.

Little did it know the farmer was hungry too

His eyes enlarged on seeing the prey

The farmer would eat a leech today.