- No one knows what goes on behind the kitchen door You can guess and assume, ask questions, seek answers or sling accusations hoping the batter will stick But there are reasons some choose to slip behind a disguise of safe netting
Perhaps scars of the past are not that appealing when the mirror is faced reflecting bad memories or maybe threats falling like the sky on that little chicken’s head are taken seriously
It could be shadows lingering behind foggy curtains cryptic fingers reaching, manhandling innocence or something as simple as shyness fluttering like a soft breeze sending chills on a warm summer day
Maybe artistic endeavors, creative images circled on a recipe card to bring a smile or those who were falsely accused hiding from a jury of peering eyes that leaned towards the popular side of the truth
Or sadly to throw stones, spit venom from a forked tongue, troll from beneath a fairytale bridge (Three Billy Goat’s Gruff) built on jealousy and rickety thoughts
Anyway… people are people, reasons are reasons It takes all kinds to make a stew that has all of the flavors to create a poetic feast even if we don’t know each ingredient by its correct name
Who are we to judge? People are people, we are all different. We all have different problems and fears.