If I had wings

I am stuck in a hotel in Fez (not the nicest hotel by the way), and I have to go to work (can you imagine ?). The rain won’t stop and keeps me far from home.

But my mind often wanders north of the city, in Ouled Mgatel.

And if I had wings, maybe I would see…

the turkeys bossing everybody

a gecko haunting the house at night

the silent inhabitants of the garden do their job

the cabbages and the lettuces I sowed before the rain grow, grow…

our little neighbor and his sheep, too close to our house if you ask me (they love our garden)

and the cat Mioche, of course, being his own self.