At the Bus Stop in Front of My House

In Janice's Writings by Nancy Sliwa

When I open my mouth to sing

people run.

Birds on a wire flutter in alarm, startled

into flight. Crows warble

harmony and my neighbor’s Beagle

howls. Long, low notes that

support my melody.

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