augury doggerel

Friday, February 14, 2003


Elbow to elbow around the kitchen table, we ate ram's belly soup, honeycombed flesh on our spoons. As I finished my bowl, ram was declared the best sort of sheep's stomach, so I bared my teeth and asked for seconds. Six Alsations ate from six pots on the kitchen floor. Tufts of dog hair kicked under my feet.

Through the glass door to the step outside, two dozen yellowhammers and sparrows picked up seeds thrown on the snowy concrete. I tried to catch one's eye, but they don't let on.


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