Love Poem: Morning News
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Written by: Christine Phillips

Morning News

I woke up to the sound of the woodpecker, pecking the wood next to the gutter and the barking dogs gallivanting on the side while strangers and community neighbors are gossiping inside. 

 I had hoped to hear something refreshing but instead the moment was rather depressing; the birds and the beast were complaining to the fowl that the pm people were creating mischief in the town.  

The loud-mouthed man with the overcast stomach and the overripe woman with the artificial butt walking around spitting threats out of their throat with Irish cream, and mixed spice bubbling in their guts. In seconds they were driven out of the town with ten bullets and a bloody crown and they never returned to the town. 

The grizzly bear stood frozen by the stream, staring at the deer with an unexpected dream. He could not take a leap at the prize meat for the deer with its spiritual blend kept the bear in silence and watched it slowly evolved to the heaven, when it was gone, the deer dash through the bushes and escaped from the grizzly bear. 

The roosters and the hens kept running around the yard with its red comb raised in the back while the hen’s feathers double on the track. The rooster and the hens pecking at each other testing to see who was stronger, but the rooster with its fortified comb trap the hen on the dry ground. Not too far from there the fox and the eagle were drawing near.  

The eagle land on and picked up the rooster off the ground and flew away with it. So the cunning fox leaped at the end but it escaped to the top of the roof. The fox chased after the flying eagle and it drop the rooster into the mud and the timid fox chased after it and bit off its head.  

The flying eagle circled around and land on the fox on the ground; it pecked the fox all over until it was dead. The eagle spread its giant wings in the air and flew away; the hen stood on top of the roof staring at the eagle as it bolts through the living sky while the hen flaps its strong wings and bid the eagle goodbye.