Like little ants scrapping for leftovers from a picnic, we sit in wait for our orders. Crawling over each other between the four walls with windows. The only difference being that we must be patient. Hoping for our turn at the table, for if we take it before being invited, our time and our experience won’t be at all what we had hoped for.
A Place At The Table© by Felina Silver
Copyright© September 11, 2023
The Writings of Felina Silver 
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