Tuesday, January 30, 2007

My eighth encounter with the peacock

They were draining the water
From the rice paddies
Flooded by rain
In the irrigation season
The aroma of brown hull filled the air
Waah, I said
What, said the peacock

That's when I realised he suffered from Anmosia

You see, he told me,
I was sleeping
Fell off the tree
Bumped my head on the ground
The diagnosis: temporary loss of smell

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