when listening to the bird whistle
by Eli Skipp
i always hated that canary winged conure of my mothers and when it got eaten by a hawk
that flew in through our screen which had been busted by a category three hurricane that
came out of the atlantic sometime in october (it was right around halloween
actually) and left us without power for three and a half weeks, i was glad.
Posted on 12/19/2007
Copyright © 2019 Eli Skipp
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Jared Fladeland on 03/05/08 at 02:43 PM|
this reminded me of the movie version of the spiderwick chronicles actually. only because i haven't read any of the books. but yeah. i liked it
|Posted by Meghan Helmich on 08/28/08 at 02:16 PM|
that was a great, long interjection before the 'i was glad.' and i loved it.