Sawing
Logs
S
K Iyer
Following the footsteps of his breath
snoring travelled into my
ears,
hammering my eardrums.
His head was hitting
my shoulder at
intervals.
When two dames entered,
sat behind and started:
"Chitter
chatter, chitter chatter.."
The stertor came to a halt,
I released a sigh
of relief.
Two stops later they got down
and the egghead
grumbled:
"Calm after a heavy downpour"
and restarted his
sawmill,
sawing logs till the end.