Wednesday, February 16, 2011

and she took a BITE out of the apple...

and its red and green deliciousness oozed all over her mouth and lips....
and she was reminded of long ago holidays....
in the Fall...
when the aroma of the freshly baked, apple pie...
was SO intoxicating...
that one never wanted leave home...
and a profound and indelible sadness came up for her...
as the reel of film.... with visions of those childhood days.....
 rolled through her consciousness....
And she noticed, with a bit of a start...
that RIGHT next to her on the park bench....
was a small, red bird..
UNUSUALLY RED for Central Park...
and it was wearing a rope of PEARLS around its neck !!!
and staring at her rather intently...
She tossed the apple core over her shoulder onto the grass...
and she RAN !!!