It never loses its spots, the saying goes.

But does it lose its debts?

 

Come here, I call to my youngest son.

What did you lie about today?

 

On the table, a grain of rice lies wasted.

But, no!  The table will eat it.

 

Watching the crow, I wish I had wings.

Already, my mouth is beak-shaped.

 

After dinner, time to do the dishes;

the cracks of the evening are showing.

 

(c) Ella Wagemakers, 20.49 Dutch time (= 14.49 EST in the US)