Birds fly. Dogs bark. Fire burns. I read. (Mostly mysteries.)
It's the one sound that goes straight through me and definitely makes me move.
Really enjoyed this - very descriptive of what happens to me, too, when I hear the kettle whistling.
I love this haiku poem. I think you should revisit your journals a lot more often and find us some more.
Margot-- Same here. I can ignore a phone or a doorbell till the cows come home, but if that teakettle whistles, I'm off to the races!Belle-- Glad you liked it!Lilly-- Thank you! I may even try writing them again.
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It's the one sound that goes straight through me and definitely makes me move.
ReplyDeleteReally enjoyed this - very descriptive of what happens to me, too, when I hear the kettle whistling.
ReplyDeleteI love this haiku poem. I think you should revisit your journals a lot more often and find us some more.
ReplyDeleteMargot-- Same here. I can ignore a phone or a doorbell till the cows come home, but if that teakettle whistles, I'm off to the races!
ReplyDeleteBelle-- Glad you liked it!
Lilly-- Thank you! I may even try writing them again.