Holler, Holler

Today’s tossed newspaper slaps

the end of the driveway,

a robin announces

the sun coming up

on the horizon.

Her neglected tea kettle screams

into the morning calm while

a tabby at an empty bowl

meows for breakfast delayed.

Shards of a broken mug

scattered about the kitchen floor

around an outstretched hand holding

a dispatch of long feared news,

a loved one never to return

home again.

Everything want to be loved. Us sing and dance and holler, just trying to be loved.

Alice Walker

This was written in response to a writing prompt at Sammy Cox Writer FOREVER ago. I am bit slow…

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