The Sleeping Shrimps

The Sleeping Shrimps
by Melchor F. Cichon
February 13, 2019


I passed by
A river.
The water was clear.
But when I stepped into it
It was slippery
And the stones
Were sharp.
I wanted to go back to the shore
But I had a mission:
To catch shrimps.
So I lifted some stones
And there I saw
Some sleeping shrimps.
I caught some of them
And brought them home.
At first, they were curb
But they straightened
When they touched the burning coal.