Screecher

I do my best to love the kids that live on my small street.

I have three bowls of candy when they come for trick or treat.

The neighbor’s son, however, is a trial to my ears.

When he cannot get his way, he screams so loud the dead wake up,

the windows break, and birds fall from the sky.

I called a singer on the sly, she took him far away,

and now he breaks the sound barrier at operas for pay.

published in MuddyUm