Little Howls

It was always angry whenever I went past with Kite

Always yelling and protecting that red door

(Which I hardly ever saw anyone set foot on)

After many days we heard him crying:

Little howls day and night.

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Little howls

When I woke up

Little howls

When I had breakfast

Little howls

When I left home

Little howls

When I came back, went to bed, fell asleep…

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For eight, six, nine... Was it a month? No, only weeks.

And then one day, we heard no more.

But there’s a smell...

“Was it of hunger? Or of burning the whole day under the sun?”

Who damn cares?

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From the roof of our house:

“Cover it with sand”, my father said

“Cover it with sand, before it stinks.”