Ode To Victor Hugo (11) The Miserable- The Lark Cosette Poem by Freeyad Ibrahim

Ode to Victor Hugo (11)

The Miserable- The Lark Cosette

Cosette The Lark

By Freeyad Ibrahim

It was heartrending to see her
A little better than the dog
And rather worse than the cat
A child not yet six
Quivering

In scanty tattered garments
Before day break on a winter's morning
Sweeping the pavement outside the house
With a broom
far too big for her small chapped hands
Shivering

The village people called her The Lark
The apprehensive trembling little creature
Scarcely more than a bird
Who was always first up in that house
And out of doors before dawn

Cosette was a lark
That was Crying not twittering

Freyad Hugo
Heerenveen
July,2020