A Scarf From South Africa

Someone had left a scarf from South Africa. It was on the table - a square one. A lion was looking out from it, its teeth on show. My plane hadn't left yet, so my eyes were drawn to lion eyes, and how it stared at me - a visitor. I had loved my holiday... Why does a fortnight go like lightning? I was a stranger all that time... The lion knew. It had been made in South Africa on a loom in someone's bedroom, but its eyes were the eyes of a real lion. It wanted me to go. --------------------------------------------- 4/3/2017 Contest - A STUNNER 2017 Sponsor - Line Gauthier 2nd place win