Photo: Christine Donnier-Valentin
Just above my lovely speckled red
One of my new owners spied a living picture as
they were carrying me home.
"Stop Mark! " Anna cried " Do you have your camera?"
" No "He sighed. -And they put me down.
"Look through your pack" She begged.
After that she dragged him by the arm
across the road and pointed up, among the bricks.
"See! An angel to the left in white, playing a violin!
And a taller one to the right- singing with one arm up in the air!"
Now they are gone, I know not where,
for paint- a camera, or phone?
And here I sit once more, alone...