The Owl Goes Hoot by Matt Zurbo   (Boy stepping off of bus. Girl waiting on pushbike. Road sign says; ‘Bush’ and points to where bus is. ‘City’ and points to where it came from.) Oh, oh, oh geez! You’re alive! I thought you’d been eaten by dingos! Or pirates! School!? Oh, how horrible! Wow! … Continue reading Day 326: The Owl Goes Hoot!

Trying Tweet by Matt Zurbo   Tweet was an ordinary bird. (Small, cute bird.) Everyone seemed happy with that. (Four or five birds sitting on a hippo’s bum.) But one day she decided that wasn’t enough. (All other bird huddled in nest, screaming for worm mother bird is holding. Tweet storming off.) “I’m going to … Continue reading Day 325: Trying Tweet

The Magician's Hat by Matt Zurbo   If you should hum a tune, I hope that you don’t mind, I plan to spin and dance through it, and leave this place behind. To drift with your music, beyond this and that, to the magic place, found in a magician’s hat. There I’ll meet the rabbit, … Continue reading Day 324: The Magician’s Hat

The Moon is Pulled by My Bike by Matt Zurbo   (Moon in night sky. Suburban rooftop or two, maybe a street light.) Not many people know the moon is pulled by my bike. (Same view, but moon is being pulled across by a thin rope.) That’s why I only ever ride the one way. … Continue reading Day 323: The Moon is Pulled by My Bike