wounds

Written by: obay alkhoffash

one cold day at night..       the moon not come to brie                                    
may        be she sleep or made that                                                                             
she hide here tremble                                                                                                       
her kids was sleepy simple      her house forlorn ..                                                  
with her lonely alone                                                                                                           
she hear sound                                                                                                                     
he come back..no answer around                                                                                
she went to mer or ,she back to the bed waiting his worm  or scared the calm   
she back to the door ..Waiting and look to flour                                                           
silence around her ..no body there                                                                                
asked her self what sound is that ?                                                                               
she got the answer from her cat.