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.
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