Thursday, October 24, 2013

i dreamed . . .

 . . . an ugly black bird with skin instead of feathers watched me from a snow-frosted branch, all rubbery and warty like a turkey wattle.

When I started walking toward it, I expected it to fly away, but it didn't budge. In fact, the closer I got, the more frozen the ugly bird became, until only its tooth-filled mouth was moving, sucking air like a fish out of water.