#ranibooks
You would not believe the day I had.
Like a spec of dust that I am,
I had been tossed left and right.
Doing the bidding of so-called noble men.

I walked on home with weary feet
As wobbly as my feet could move me
I couldn't go home yet...
Not home.

For home was an abandoned alley
Where dirt buckets and flies played tag.
Where the cats learned to say my name,
And sing it's chorus to welcome me back.

I needed to fill my stomach
With bread at...