Brandon McCullah

Ode to Sawyer

The faint pitter patter of footsteps echo in a deserted alley complimented by sounds of clanging tin and ruffling plastic bags. A small boyish figure, draped in rags, stood not 4 feet tall. This frail figure rummaged through any container or building that might produce something he could eat. Trifling through cupboards, trash bins and the like. By our standards he may have been 7 or 8 by this time.