As I wink my black eye,.

I have a black eye. And a facial abrasion. Which tempts me. To make up tales. About how it happened.  Such as coming to the rescue. Of a fair damsel. Whose reputation had been besmirched. By some lowly cad. Of course, I tell everyone. That I’m a hero. A knight in shining armor.  But the truth be told. I was walking the neighbor’s dog Sasha. And Sasha made a sudden lunge. In front of me. In pursuit of another dog. And I tripped over Sasha. Clumsily.  Landing flat. Face-down. Thus, the shiner. One never knows. When a mishap may occur. Out of the blue. Presenting a  great opportunity. To choose an embellished truth.  As I wink my black eye.  --Jim Broede