Nectarine Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Nectarine

Unlike her I hid my nectarine
She ate it like seagull
Among them, in sitting
The people were many.

“Share your food with the rest.”
This is my training.
“Don’t hide or eat with wall, ”
I was told: “as do some animals.”

Feel too bad, I am caught
They many, and my got
Is single, it winks and it is ripe
I keep it in hiding without bite.

If I see some child, kid
Little one, or in need
I take it and give it
This is my training.

Yes, indeed.