My Feet Were Screaming

My feet were screaming about the concrete walk. I ignored them totally, they are prissy and always squawk. Better pay attention! Trilled a passing loud beaked chicken hawk. I rolled my eyes. I know his wife. He is one to talk! Come on! They screamed, we will be limping soon. They like to complain all day until we see the moon. I am not going to feed them sympathy with an empathy spoon. I kept walking, maybe a little harder now, bringing them more doom. But wait! Yelled my brain. Who are you actually hurting here? I was limping now, and I could feel blisters climbing up my heel’s rear. I am afraid to teach them a lesson, I was the one to learn so clear That to not take care of your feet actually hurts you, my silly dear!