Angel and Devil Play Chess
Who dares go to that chess game? The stars asked the sky, so red.
The sun did not answer, she was not privy to enough information.
It is the game of the century. Devil against angel, a peacock said.
This meant nothing; he was braggadocio, and seldom made sense.
The next time I heard of this contest, it was bandied about by chicks.
They were throwing out chess terms like checkmate and rook.
I tried to act uninterested as they discussed this with subtle eye flicks.
They are kidding, some argued. They have read the prophecy book.
What is happening? A nosy rooster demanded in a persnickety way.
I was glad that there were plenty of seats, and entry was free.
Sweet angel and nasty devil sat down and began to intensely play.
I noticed that they are both women, which made perfect sense to me.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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