Wednesday, December 16, 2009

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.

4 Comments:

Blogger willow said...

"On the subway hoards with empty mouths scream minced meat fragments into their little phones."

Wow, that's a brilliant piece of writing, Phil.

12/17/2009 10:28 AM  
Blogger phil said...


Thanks!

Somewhere in there I wanted to stick the line..'a sad silence like Julie Andrews could sing no more.'

Merry Christmas, Johnny...um...I mean...willow ;^)

12/17/2009 6:18 PM  
Blogger Blog Princess G said...

I'm always glad to see something you've written Phil.

12/17/2009 9:49 PM  
Blogger willow said...

Merry Christmas to you, as well, my friend!

Hmm, so you do read my blog! ;^)

12/17/2009 11:08 PM  

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