MY VITRIOL

ONE DAY AT CAVANAUGH PARK I SOUNDED MY PLEONASTIC YAWP OVER THE ROOFTOPS OF THE WORLD. BUT THERE CAME THE NEWS LIKE A BOLT FROM THE BLUE WITH COUNTLESS SPARROWS IN THE BACK OF MY EYES. THIS WAS THE MOST TERRIBLE FOLLY I HAVE EXPERIENCED. IT WAS REALLY A SLAP IN THE WRIST AND I WAS ABASHED FEELING TEN FEET TALL. I REMAINED PLACID BUT MY THOUGHTS WAS KILLING ME IN SHADES OF A MURKY ELUCIDATION OF THINGS THAT HAD HAPPENED.