Cake-Whistle

"Poetry is what makes the invisible appear."
-- Nathalie Sarrante

Cake-Whistle

100 years or older, the muffled old man walks down the street in his pjs. He goes into a shop called Cake-Whistle and a dog lopes out to greet him. The dog is old and withered brown, just like the man. He is tiny and thin and able to fit through small spaces like a red blood cell on its journey through the body in search of oxygen. The dog pulls, tugs on the man's shirt as he walks away. The last thing the dog sees is the man going into the wild. He is sad to see him go.