Maureen Kingston

The Boycott

Spring thaw. All day, warm rain kissed snow mounds. Their foggy love-child means Sally-dog and I must make our evening walk by gravel crunch, seeing with our ears.

Ten minutes in, animal screams. We stop. Sally-dog doesn’t bark or growl. More screams. Urgent screeches. Ladies Night on the Great Plains, brash vixens broadcasting their needs.

I want to hear the end of the story, but Sally-dog turns around. We abandon the mission, slink back to our cold hearth.

hive collapse...
when might
makes right

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About the Author

Maureen Kingston’s poems and prose have appeared or are forthcoming in Failed Haiku: A Journal of English Senryu, Gone Lawn, Gyroscope Review, MacQueen’s Quinterly, Maudlin House, Modern Poetry Quarterly Review, Sledgehammer Lit, Unbroken Journal, and Whiskey Island. A few of her poems and prose pieces have also been nominated for Best of the Net and Pushcart awards.

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