Field mice and Screech owls
Both of you disturb my precious sleep,
scurrying and screeching.
You have no pity for my beloved! ?
She scrubbed the whole day
and washed the dirty linen.
Now she is in a sound sleep.
For me I don't mind, , just a scribbler.
But you must look after her.
She gets up early in the morning.
Not only that, she is the one
who feeds you everyday.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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