I hear that gentle knock at the door, my teacher Time, again.
She comes around, and we sit together on my worn old lumpy sofa.
She slides over, pats my thigh, and gives me that look,
that “Well?” glance of hers.
I say “Yes,” and she scooches up on my lap,
puts her warm arm around my neck,
brushes bright lips against my cheek,
then whispers low in my good ear
that somewhere, every second,
a blade falls on a chicken’s neck,
and did I know that most aren’t sharp enough
to do the job right with one clean blow,
that it takes two or three or more hacks to sever the head?
This is one of the things that kind Time teaches me.
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Aloha #WriterTuesday. Today’s #WritingPrompt is
Use it to inspire a piece of writing, and then post that piece on your site and link back to me, or simply leave it as a comment below. I would love to read it : )