That means we should have a word for this week's Poetry Friday.
Let me tell you a little anecdote first.
This weekend we went to my sister-in-law's for our Easter dinner. While there she showed us a stuffed toy her dog had played with. He had played it to death. It was a teddy bear, light brown, with a star on its belly and had once been fluffy. Now, his arms were torn off, all the stuffing had gone, his ears were gone and he had bite holes all over him. I was taken with this dead teddy right away. It screamed story. So she laughed, looked at me like I was a nut, and then gave it to me. Because as a writer, anything can capture your heart and yes, we are all a little nutty I think.
So, in honor of Pico and his dead teddy, I think this week we'll use the word bite.
Go forth and ponder the bite of life. Friday, post up the thoughts that plagued you.