It's Still Life

If Sparrows Played Bagpipes

I made barbecue sauce three days ago.
It’s the scotch that makes it historical,
wakes everything up with a surprise
as if sparrows played bagpipes,
so I slick sauce on some ribs,
a shimmering that makes me smile
like a debutante asked to dance.

written for dVerse: Quadrille #6 (44 words), and Not a Literary Journal: Day 4 – An Ode