A VERY OLD MAN WITH ENORMOUS WINGS
( Un señor muy viejo con unas alas enormes)

with a fat splat
it landed at my left boot

it looked like an angel illustrated in the Good Book
but it was no more bigger than a chicken

“Are you an angel?
I enquired politely

trying to keep tabs of my thoughts ha ha
( can this be a happening... happening to me for real )

“I am the Angel Márquez!” it stammered
obviously unused to words and the speaking of them.

“Never heard of ya!” I giggled
nervous of myself now

“GobbledegookUnseñormuygobbledegook viejocongobbledegookunasalasenormes!”
it squaked in some alien lingo or Spanish I don’t know!

” I gave it a kick turned on my heel but
it followed me home waddling

like a duck who thought it was a chicken
who believed in its soul it was an angel.

“I’m not having it!” snapped the wife
“Not in my home I ain’t!”

“Put it in the chicken coop maybe it might lay an egg.”

We waited for days for the angel to lay an egg.
But. . .no eggs.

We feed it the remains of other chickens
but it just got weaker and weaker and

its wings grew smaller and smaller until
they grew back into its back until it looked more

chlicken-like than angel-like.

That evening wife had prepared soup.

I slurped it into my greedy mouth.

“Oh this is divine…this is heavenly!”

I mmmmed and ahhhhhed
“What in God’s name is it?”

I smiled from ear to ear with my one tooth.

“It’s angel soup!” she beamed she smiled
with all of her no teeth.

That night in bed ( well fed )
we had a good old time.