When i was stumbling

in the dark,confused

and crying out for help,

this friendly fellow seemed amused:

And while i fought like anything 

to keep the candle lit

he cheerfully reviewed

the guttering of my wit.

Asthonished that the brother found

my struggle such a treat

i turned the flickering light on him

and glimpsed his doven feet.

               BY:Rena Boodram