Rooster’s big day

Rooster opens an eye. Dark. Of course. Gently, he ruffles his feathers, shifts his feet, opens both eyes. Clears his throat. Big day ahead. As usual. He will eat and drink later: now, there's work to do. He hears movement and knows the black hen is peering toward him. She likes to watch him work, … Continue reading Rooster’s big day

Match girl

There's the polished moon again hanging in its velvet sky, and the stars in party clothes-- every sunset's a new occasion to haul out the jewels. The night's a rich affair invitation only and I linger on the sidewalk like a match girl skirting the houses of the wealthy with their bright lights, laughter, and … Continue reading Match girl