Blood Sport

Robert_bio_photo_1___version_3__1_by Robert L. Ferrier19 Sep 2014

At age 10 you see a joke
in raspberry blood so I ate
a few and smeared the rest
on my wrist and let the tabby

sniff but she eyed me
knowing it wasn’t from
a shot sparrow

but I knew I had the props
so I ran crying wolf
to my grandmother’s porch
held out my crimsoned wrists
watched her face fade
to the color of Crisco

her scream spooking the cat
as I sprang the deux ex machina
laughing and licking the blood.

Later she stared me
down and said:
“Don’t ever take something
you can’t give back.”

And I knew
she spoke
dead sparrows.