POEM: Cupboard’s Creak Posted on September 21, 2017 by B Gourley I feel the “eee” in the cupboard’s creak– every last “e” of that god-awful squeak. It pierces all ears and betrays my sack, notifying the world of my impending snack. Share on Facebook, Twitter, Email, etc.PrintWhatsAppMoreShare on TumblrTweetEmailLike this:Like Loading... Related