Written for: The Twiglets #166 – “eyeing the food”
The dog eyed a half-eaten hamburger.
His nose quivered. In an acrobatic
feat, he leaped onto a dining
room chair, but was thwarted
I do not like to see eyes
in my food, especially
dead fish eyes, like
those lined up on ice
in the market.
eyes fixed on tarts
in bakery front window
her mouth watered
A little girl born into a brood
had always to scramble for food.
Older siblings would grab
far more than their share
so she glued their shoes, and made her move.