In The Mirror
A sparrow skidded onto my windowsill this morning
The bird seemed to be summoning my attention, so I gave it to him
He then proceeded to whisper a few unsolicited ‘critiques’ of my ‘Cabin’ poems
“An old joke, you are Bluesy-boy! You’re merely a syllable in a cosmic myth!
Why, the stars themselves are laughing at your appalling arrogance!
Didn’t you know that SELF has no I in it at all?”
An agreeable breeze encouraged the leaves scattered outside to applaud...
while inside, my deflated ego battled my ‘acme’ brand of intelligence
So, taking careful aim at my would-be-editor, I ended my ‘Tale’...and his, with a bang
(There was supposed to be a moral to this story...but I ran out of ammunition)
...just bein' Bluesy