Click click click click whoosh.
The airs shimmers.
Blue flame bites at the ceiling,
quickly tamed with the tilt of a dial.
Pots clatter as they are pulled from their homes,
ringing songs against the cabinets.
There's a ruckus;
the little ones rocket through.
The adults make room,
dancing with their hot pans and plates.
Cowboys fire at indians.
Their trusty steed, Fido,
follows with a heavy-pawed gallop.
They find their way to the table.
The withered flowers make room
for potatoes, carrots, peas.
Grandmother enters, the star of the show.
The roast sizzles, the smell of Sunday wafts through the air.
The children settle, the adults say grace.