the child with a black coat <br />on this cold day <br />sits there beside a brick <br />church of spanish <br />architecture <br /> <br />the yard is quiet except <br />for the sound of the flapping <br />of doves feedind on some <br />rice grains <br /> <br />the boy has a black hair <br />and his feet are stained with <br />mud his fingers dirty with <br />some sticky sauce <br /> <br />he spreads the rice grains <br />from his palm to the <br />muddy grounds <br /> <br />the doves hover and land <br />on the spot where the grains <br />are freely spread <br /> <br />he sits with them <br />surrounded <br /> <br />the doves are watching him <br />and he watches carefully each <br />dove that eyes on his grains <br /> <br />he likes to snatch just one <br />to bring home to mother <br /> <br />the doves are too careful <br />it is just the rice grains nothing more <br /> <br />eye to eye <br />both wait for what shall happen next<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/patience-patience/
