Mr G Will See You Now
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Mr. G will see you now, the receptionist said.
I walked in to see a giant shoebill. He was enormous.
He looked down his beak at me, stared me down.
I could feel my throat gulp a wad of salty gooey stuff.
What did you need? He asked. I was terrified.
I claimed to be in the wrong office, leaving swiftly.
Scary isn’t he? The receptionist asked me.
I was too frightened to nod. Last time I ask to see the mayor.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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