Snippets/Ducks, the Midwest and Angels while the eggs scramble

By popular request, more discarded blog ideas! 🙂

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GRUFF and LOVING

Around 3 each day,
even in the rain,
this elderly couple
comes to the Levee,
each carrying a sack of bread scraps.

Last week one day
the ducks and gulls came up to greet them
as their car pulled in –
and the man,
climbing out of the car,
gave them what-for.

“What’s wrong with you-all?
Are you stupid or something?
You know you don’t belong up here.
Forget it! You’re not getting anything.
You’re not getting a scrap until I’m down there,
so get out of my way.”

There was a lot of squawking
as they followed him
Pied-Piper style
across the brick road
and down closer to the water.

It’s interesting,
the juxtaposition
of his words
and his tender act of faithfully feeding the birds.
There are people like that,
gruff and loving, all at the same time.

What I want to know:
How do ducks distinguish between cars?

* * *

THE LEAD STORY

The lead story in the local paper
is about the line at the post office
these days,
Christmas a week away,
and that’s the way I like my news,
no shoes dropping.

A Qdoba opened
on a corner across from the college.

Nineteen years now
I’ve lived in Midwest
and never been quite sure
why it’s called the Midwest.
I’m guessing at one time
people thought it was midway to the edge of something,
so be careful about that next step.

I need to google that when I’m done here.
That and the duck thing.

* * *

THE COOKIE EXCHANGE I MISSED

You would think,
Christmas a week away,
I’d have more pressing things to do
than write about these things,
but all is calm and bright
and I’ve been to the Nutcracker
and an Ugly Sweater party.
I missed the neighborhood cookie exchange
on account of falling asleep 15 minutes before it started.
Next morning I put all the cookies that were on the counter in the freezer.
There are fewer now and that’s all I’m saying about that.

* * *

HARK! THE HERALD ANGELS

Pandora’s “Soft Jazz Christmas”
is going in the background this morning
and “Hark! The Herald Angels Sing”
fills the kitchen
while I scramble eggs.
The toast pops up.
I am thinking about the angels,
how they came to announce
something really wonderful was happening,
and it was,
but you could miss it
if you weren’t paying attention
so angels were dispatched
to give a heads-up.
In the middle of it looking like nothing special is happening,
something marvelous and unbelievable can be unfolding
right under your nose,
so pay attention, Marilyn.

Oh, I am.

About Marilyn

Reading, thinking, listening, writing and talking about faith, creativity, ESL for refugees, grief and finding the story in a story. Student of Spanish. Foe of procrastination. Cheez-it fan. People person with hermit tendencies or vice-versa. Thank you so much for reading.
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