squawking

She feeds her children breakfast. Spilled milk initiates a chain reaction of crying like dominoes collapsing in a circle around the table. The lucky dog rests two paws on the cloth and laps it up. A tireless sparrow flies back and forth delivering without a signature morsels into three featherless mouths stretching open skyward squawking out of earshot like a tree falling without a witness. On the subway hoards with empty mouths scream minced meat fragments into their little phones.