the scream

one cool, dark, but star-filled night, while walking a serpentine path thru a pasture, i heard a distant scream.

as i turned to look over my right shoulder, i saw the moon smiling down at me. when i later took a second look, both the smile & the moon were gone.

a new year

a small stout bird sat on a bush persistently chirping outside my window.

i tapped on the glass & shouted discouragement. the bird ignored my admonitions, and continued loudly singing until after i had lost interest.