The Old Woman Poem by Tony Adah

An old woman
Took a walk
Down the pond way
Trotting like a discret poacher
Her third leg leading her way
She walks with steps unheard
Age beaten,
Her waist
Bent over her
Equally spent walking stick.
In her mouth fulfilling
An age old tradition,
A chewing stick grew
Amongst her scanty dentures
Dripping spittle
Like a tired dog
Under the the sun.
At the serene pond
Her co-visitors of
Skaters, dragonflies, beetles etc
Came to pay
Nature a noble visit
She sat on a huge granite slab
Beside the pond watching
Nature's way of interrelationships.
When she looked into the pond
She saw another old woman like her,
Peeping back at her
She stood up
And her second self did same
All with the chewing stick
All with her third leg.
When she withdrew
Her other self too
Disappeared until
Lost in the pond.