Impacting on luckless souls

                                                                                Attribution: Arches National Park

Image: Giant  Hairy Desert Scorpion (here)

the given words:

scorpion swelter desert ventilation cactus 
drumble (moving a slow or sluggish manner) 
bankrupt vile spectrum bead 

Ever seen a scorpion sweltering in the sun

Not any sun but in the hot and burning desert

Where morning dew could boil in minutes done

It crawled in drumble movements in little spurts

Sought ventilation just as some deprived homeless

A cactus perhaps or some concealed dim lit holds

Bankrupt of ideas but for both will to survive endless

Vile ways of society impacting on luckless souls

Spectrum of honor befitting those who slogged

Faced with unjust world of unscrupulous racketeers

Could be up against a solid wall strongly blocked

Where beads of sweat did not match their endeavors

For Mindlovemisery's Menagerie
Wordle #40 and
Magaly's at Open Link Mondays

As a painting on canvas

                                                                                         Attribution: Brocken Inaglory

Image: Mesquite Dunes in Death Valley National Park (here)

Note: Mesquite Flats Sand Dunes is a fascinating and beautiful location especially in the morning at sunrise.. The beautiful sunsets, with the low angle of the sun bringing out color and texture of the dunes, and the Grapevine Mountains, providing a wonderful backdrop, are only out done by the even more spectacular and colorful sunrises.Death Valley holds the record for the hottest place on earth.- Wiki

The given words: 

eyes high choice always help burn 

panic sweet talk perform snag thousand

Pleasant to the eyes as a painting on canvas

From a distance it looks forgiving and inviting

Reputed to be the hottest place on earth

High fifties celsius of temperature prevailing

Still it is a visit of choice as a tourist attraction

Always a draw to experience extreme provocation

Does not help to alleviate some burning sensations

Nothing to panic for it is a normal reaction

Grapevine Mountains, imposing in the distance

A picturesque spectacle of nature’s beauty

Sweet talk of its grandeur a normal occurrence

To outperform the snag against reality

Sand dunes of a thousand patterns on the ground

With capture during sunsets of its attractive texture

Supporting colorful sunrises in spectacular fashion

Never a desolate place is expected to offer

For Brenda's hosting at Sunday Whirl Wordle # 192 and
Mary's at Poets United's Poetry Pantry #232

What about the tree?

                                                                                         Attribution : Petr Kratochvil

Image: Decorations galore for sale (here)

Luxury of time

Not anymore sauntering

Christmas creeping by

White on the tree tops

Decorations and presents

Make it warm inside

Cookies and light stuff

What’s cooking in the kitchen

What about the tree?

For Chev's CARPE DIEM  -  christmas decorations and
Joseph's hosting at dVerse's  OpenLinkNight

Great mood for all concerned - an Essence

                                                                                               Attribution: Erik Cavarra
Image: Perfection even in training (here)

Essence:
Essence, created by Emily Romano consists of two
lines of six syllables each.  There is an end rhyme
(rhyme at the end of the line) and an internal rhyme
(rhyme in the middle of the line)  -  mlmm

Golfer's Desire

Golfers pray all the time
Good play when weather’s fine


Yuletide cheer

Santa gave good presents
Great mood for all concerned

For Georgia's BJ's Shadorma and beyond  -  essence 
at Mindlovemisery's Menagerie  (mlmm)

All vying for a share

                                                                                                   Attribution: Jamsong

Image: Traditional Birthday Fare
for one year old Korean baby (here)

A birthday joy celebrated around the world

Festivities extending beyond

From youngsters to contending adults

All vying for a share

Fairly persistent

Bewitching or bitching but a constant

It is an annual affair

Like it or not

One gets his own share

It is there lurking

One gets it on the anniversary

The question is,

 ‘Are you thinking of a birthday party for your goodself

 Are you not happy to just let it go pass unnoticed

Are you not letting them wonder

Is it not playing into the bewitching

or bitching syndrome?’

A revelation of one’s aging or of having aged

All the efforts of plastic surgeries anti-wrinkle creams

Unwittingly thrown to the winds

All because grannies and gramps agree

To having ‘one thrown for them’

You may not have to!

All are but out in the open

A birthday party for the oldies!

For Gay's hosting at d'Verse's MTB  -  birthday poems

How very graceful

                                                                                                Attribution: adrian8_8
Image: Speed Skating fast and furious (here)

Swirling jumping and

landing without stopping such

a joy most aptly

Makes it look easy

Poetry in motion silent

sensuous spectacle

How very graceful

As an eagle snooping by

Swooping  for the kill

For Chev's CARPE DIEM #628  -  ice skating

Disgusted none of it he left not looking back!

                                                                                                 Attribution: Joe Mabel
Image: Inside a Bar (here)

Red Wolf Poems:
stillness time sacred shallowness
mandala fading moody tobacco

3WW:

alive glaring misty

Poets United:

music

Boisterous crowd very alive tonight

Not the stillness of an evening stroll

Music blaring in keeping with the tide

Unwieldy slips jiving to an awakened soul

Time to be together most precious

Sacred endeavors all for a good time

Though shallowness of jibes still obvious

What of it for young folks keeping in line

Seated around in  somewhat  mandala fashion

What he had in mind all along for a tortured soul

Crudely unperturbed but a perfect ambiance

Sadness fading moody still but steadfastly bold

Misty tobacco smoke swirling in abundance

A tinge of weed aroma he could faintly detect

Glaringly his mood dive changed so sudden

Disgusted none of it he left not looking back

For Susan's hosting at Poets United Midweek Motif  -  music
Thomg's at 3WW week #406 and
Irene's at Red Wolf Poems We Wordle #33

Suddenly everyone were shocked!

                                                                   User: Itsmine

Image: The NY Stock Exchange  (here)

More than a munching and hard to stomach

More than just a mouthful leading to the New Year

Bread and butter issues seem to take center stage lately

Events dogged the headlines

Some found themselves in awkward and dangerous situations

Some others  punished violently

Physically they were life threatening or lives were snuffed

Hostage taking in Sydney which left 3 dead

Taliban attacks on schoolchildren with 129 dead

Suddenly everyone were shocked

But these were the immediate

Far worst came by earlier centered on killings

Garner in Staten Island

Brown in Ferguson

Rice from Cleveland

Compounded by unpopular Grand Jury decisions

That tore into the very fabric of race relations

Interspersed in between a Senate hearing

on waterboarding brought torture into the open

No fear for everyone else were likely to be tortured too!

Further and for far longer not unlike those at Guantanamo

Oil dropped to an unimaginable USD52 per barrel

With a prediction of a mind-boggling USD32 in 2 year’s time

And the Dow bubble hovering at 17,000 to plunge

to 6000 also in 2 years

Economic implications and trade imbalances

would bring issues impacting on life in general

and when the US sneezed we

 in other parts of the world got the cold too

Bread and butter issues would greatly

feature from now on and Wall Street pundits were already smirking

 ‘don’t say we didn’t tell ya!’

For Grace's hosting at d'Verse Poetics:  bread

Youngsters with hopes

                                                                                  Author: Clement C Moore
Image: Santa with his Reindeer (here)

The given words:

aloof misshapen skim brume(mist,fog) envelope emblem

discreet anonymous clock throb chantage(Blackmail) temples

Aloof with the misshapen idea of creating angels

Aloof for not being seen

Extending the goodness of happiness

Skimming the brume of the darken skies

That envelops the nights

An emblem of honor

Smiles as wide as the blessed soul

Still accomplishing it most discreetly

Anonymous through the years
Santa and his reindeer

around the clock

But only for fleeting moments

That is how he is remembered

Images of his presence playing on the minds

Youngsters with hopes

Asking for the world

Asking even for the impossible

For all the ho! ho! ho! spirit and festivities

Keeping them alive through the ages

Parents faithfully slogged

To meet the aspirations of their wards

Happiness throbbing in their hearts

More than made up for all their parent's sweat

In getting bigger stockings

To stoke the anticipations

Of a great present

Some children can impose certain chantage elements

But parents being parents take them for love

Temples of faith for the believers

Greenery of thankfulness

Are what parents hope for 

Early Christmas feel blowing in the air

For Yves' hosting at Mindlovemisery's 
Menagerie Wordle # 39

He ended in a crumpled mess

                                                                                              Attribution: Diego Goez
Image: A Drunk on the ground (here)

Bjorn's given words:
algid- cold chilly
hoy- a barge used in harbors 
vale- a valley
browbeat- to intimidate 
poromeric- synthetic leather substitutes.
scintilla- a minute particle
nightshade- of solanaceous plants 

Lost in the wilderness
In utter silence
Not unlike in a drunken stupor
Algid in repose
Time stood still

In his semi-conscious state
He was painfully aware
It was peaceful
A vale in the morning mist
He laid still as on a hoy
Slow-moving

Flashbacks of the night before
played on his mind

Browbeaten into submission
Kind words followed with violence
Poromeric and rubber hoses
Used lavishly

Not a scintilla of remorse
On their part but
He ended in a crumpled mess
Even nightshade torn from the ground
Found his puffy eyes and swollen lips
All because of an innocent remark…

For Bjorn's hosting at #lqw wordle #15 and
Marian's Open Link Monday at Real Toads

Angels without a care in the world

                                                                                         Attribution: Robert Doisneau
Image: Fair use Courtesy of Mag (here)

The given words:

Spacecraft  spinning planets lunatics losers

forever angels endeavor say spread tangle

Spacecraft spinning out of control

Resembling a meteor hurtling to Earth

The planets are in a frenzy

There are a lot of wrong doings

A lot of happenings in the world

Righteousness is sidelined

The lunatics are having it their own way

Others are utterly confused

There are winners and losers

But not all are lost

The lovers are just as busy forever together

Angels without a care in the world

They care just for themselves

They exhibit their desires without recourse

They endeavor to show their feelings

To spread love and affections

Sometimes blatantly in public places

They come with a bang and say it

And they are fondly forgiven

Don’t mess around with those madly in love

Never get entangled

or to unnecessarily tangle with them

They live in their own sacred world!

They are happy

They expect others to be happy too!

For Tess' Magpie Tales #250 and
Brenda's Sunday Whirl Wordle # 191

They do it all wrong here

                                                                                               Attribution: Christina

Image: Exhibits in a museum (here)

I just can’t stand them and I mean them

All of them no exception!

Both those inside as well as those outside

Let’s talk of those inside first

They leave us by ourselves through the night

Nothing happens even in the morning

We see them only in mid-morning

Just a bucket full and they just throw them in

Smelly, dead and cheapest in the market

And they expect us to gobble
all that with relish!

Sheesh!
 

I like my fish fresh

I like them swimming having fun

I will then catch them with a swipe if small

Or pick them by the tail and

bring them up to the surface

They do it all wrong here

This is what we go through everyday

Having dead fish most of them rotten

by our standards

 And we have not even talked about

Those humans on the outside

How we hate the week-ends

That is when they come in droves

And the kids they were cute before

But not anymore

They expect us to get on our back flippers

Clap our fronts and smile

Just for them to take their own selfies

with us in the background

And some even goad us to talk

‘Honk! Oink! ‘ They shout at us

They think it is funny

We only talk when we are happy

Not for some selfish kids for their selfies!

Sheesh!

For Yves' hosting at Mindlovemisery's Menagerie
with writing prompts  -  zoo and
Mary's at Poets United's Poetry Pantry # 231

Fearing not to alert her

                                                                                                 Attribution: Yinan Chen
Image: Jungle Path seemingly Undisturbed  (here)

She is set to keep on going by herself
I still follow her tracks the path seems undisturbed
I check how the clump of trees react
I stand alone by an elder tree, I do not dare breathe
Fearing not to alert her
My lung bursting I can only gulp piranha-like
Free air swirling above my head
Still able not to splash about with the frenzy
Of cornering a victim

She stands and looks back just a wee bit
Not too far in front
Taking her time to determine the coast is clear
Awkwardly she steps out but missing a step
Sprawling unceremoniously on the ground
Of her face, and now she steps into the air, now she is gone
Nonchalantly sweeping across the puddle of brackish water
Looking back victorious in her desire
To slip out of my grips

She jumps floats and skips
Like a gazelle out of a trap but laughing
Knowing fully well no hunting dogs are in pursuit
It is a trivial matter too small and uncomplicated
But still she lacks the conscience
Karma will invariably catch up
I lay down my arsenal
To take a rest
I will not persist in hot pursuit

Note: The lines in italics are inspired from
Jame's Poem  -  Beginnings

For Grace's hosting of Sunday's Mini Challenge
at Real Toads - to be inspired by James Wright's poem

Up the mountain trail

                                                                                             Attribution: Drunk driver

Mountain Log cabin (here)

Up the mountain trail

Hermit’s lodge well provided

For impending cold

Snug in peaceful means

Jungle creatures stopover

Ready leftovers

Cool clean mountain air  

Blue skies with nature's blessings

Poet’s paradise

For Chev's CARPE DIEM #626  -  mountain cabin

A work of art nature is smart

Image: Fair use Courtesy of Real Toads (here)

Note: "Lake Hillier in Western Australia is
bubble-gum-pink and it's literally just a few
steps away from a 'normal' colored Southern
Ocean. Scientists speculate that it’s color is
caused by a reaction of sea salt and sodium
bicarbonate and/or caused by red halophilic
bacteria in the salt crusts"  -  Real Toads

Wonder of wonders what of it here

Appearing chewy as a chewing gum biggie

Seen from above but a body of water

Two of a kind in the world just plain crazy

Scientists have an explanation obviously

Algae beneath, bacteria-like creatures perhaps

For the carotene blessed colors seem uncanny

Something’s got to give and that was that

Strangely enough when samples were taken

Hues of color seen just as plain as any lake water

What of it then at the bottom causing the hindrance

Weird still, assurances given to swim in it not a bother

Plainly a work of art and nature is smart
Blushing pink a little girl's privilege
A phenomena leaving many mystified

For nature works in very strange ways

For Hannah's hosting at
Real Toads  -  nature's wonders

Deceptively inviting

                                                                                   Attribution: Joangray mehamaOR

Image: Beautiful Hornet's nest (here)

Stung bad and confused

Throbbing pain red and inflamed

Spring rain no comfort

Hornets the culprit

Looking pretty but lethal

Mata Hari kind

Nests big as football

Deceptively inviting

Do not mess with it

Strong winds shook it and

like one possessed it became

suddenly alive

For Chev's CARPE DIEM Litttle Creatures # 14 -  spring rain and
Claudia's at d'Verse MTB - something suddenly comes alive!

Snow White shows the way

                                                                                          Attribution: Darjac

Image: Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs (here)

Who says only one

of a kind to stay good friends

Snow White shows the way

Aftermath of nights

Snow as far as the eyes can

see, pureness in white

Shoveling is fun

Perhaps when only knee deep

A chore otherwise

For Chev's CARPE DIEM #624  -  snow

Blunt in his retort

                                                                                      Attribution: Carlos Delgado

Image: Trumpeting his Thoughts (here)

3WW given words:   

blunt drunk lethargic

Poetry Jam:  quiet

Blunt in his retort

Drunk with emotions

Lethargic in thinking

Not about to be quiet

Give it to the world

Anyone cares for keeps

Not opening for others

Just keep to your side

World in conflict

Enough bother to date

Set in his thinking

Not in many forms

Just within sights

Keeping it simple
Trumpeting thoughts
All in earnest!

For Thomg's 3WW week #405 and
Peggy's at Poetry Jam

Floating snow flakes

                                                                                               Attribution: Serge Melki

Image: Falling snow (here)

Inspiration from Robert 

Frost's short poems

Downward spiral

Floating snow flakes

Felt smoothness with

enhanced whiteness

of surroundings

Little creatures

Hidden from view

Hibernation

Now in progress

Man rightly seen

Preparing for

grand Yuletide cheer

Inspired by Richard 
Wright's  haiku

                                                           the morning after

abundance of snow last night

coolness in the air

on clapping my hands

on a cold Winter’s morning

blood surged to my head

light sense of freedom

white fluffy snows on branches

                                                         pureness strongly felt                                                         

For Chev's CARPE DIEM GW #37 

Georgia's on Frost

and Special #21 on Richard Wright

Schedule packed with activities

                                                                                          Attribution: Brian Kerrigan

Image: Secretary at her Desk (here)

The given words:

stone  casual  spare  revolving  beggar

block traffic key fever chapped  souvenir

Not etched in stone but still it 

was not just a casual encounter

He spared no efforts  to determine

that his presence revolving around a

schedule packed with activities

was well taken care of

Being a beggar to uphold strict principles

he blocked off certain unnecessary

encroachments of heavy traffic

bidding for his time

Discipline was maintained by Girl Friday

key to his time management

A fever pitched day was broken up

into little sectors to impose and

maintain sanity

Too much talking could result in

chapped lips as a souvenir

For Mindlovemisery's Menagerie Wordle #38 and

Magaly's hosting at Real Toad's  Open Link Monday 

How she would love it!

                                                                                             Attribution: Elene Usdin

Image: Courtesy of Tess' Mag (here)

Bjorn's given words:

grimoire scrump wreath 

alder dell grampus orchard

grimoire: a book of magic spells and invocations

scrump: steal (fruit) from an orchard or garden:

grampus : another term for a killer whale.

alder : softwood tree of the birch family

dell:  a small valley, usually among trees

Tried as she might but to no avail

Painstakingly rummaging through the old grimoire

She was sure there was to be a cure

Grandma  gave the assurance before

For every ailment the book had an answer

How she would love it

To daintily skip across the dell

As she used to do with the boys

Scrumping from the orchard

Running through the clumps of alder

Being chased by the grumpy grampus of an old salt

She could picture him waving a cane above his head

Jumping a little running a little

"Heard say he was a one-legged pirate

No small wonder we made the slip all the time"

There she was on the floor

The witch had cast a bad spell on her legs

She managed to slip out of bed though

Slowly inching her way on the carpet

She would love to go out in the open again

The door barely seven feet away

How she would love it

The good times!

But where are the boys?

Certainly not a wreath as a substitute!

She cried!

For Bjorn's # lqw wordle 14 and
Tess' Magpie Tales # 249

Should he just feign death hoping it would leave

                                                                                                  Attribution: Wilfredor
Image: A Feral Charolais Bull (here)

The given words: 

traipse cave exchange deranged chains cape

 feign fillet strain sustain haze inflame

Apologies: In my haste had linked this to 
Real Toads not realizing it was Flash 55
until it was too late. 

Parched lips crying for just a drop of clear spring water

Traipsing the arid landscape very unlike an evening walk

Suddenly he heard      

Faint rustling noises just over the edge sounding like a stream

Jumping over the boulder for a view

he was shocked to be facing the menacing stare of a bull

Where did it spring from

They were not cave-dwellers but neither were there any ranch nearby

They exchanged glances but with an adversary so calm

not anywhere deranged yet but neither in chains either

No red cape of the Spanish bull-fighters to defend himself

Should he just feign death hoping it would leave

It would make good fillet, lots of fillet, being well-built

But this was not the time to think sirloin or T-bone helpings

A raging bull not carved up into slabs of raw steak was no laughing matter

The strains of debating his options were taking its toll

He could well sustain himself only if he remained on the boulder

A large steer like that could not possibly jump up

But lo and behold!

Through hazy eyes he thought they were playing tricks

The bull which stood like a statue for the better of an hour

In a flash turned around and walked away

Perhaps he was not inflamed or choicest enough

Coming along drab dirty and dry was not a good bargain

He was not as juicy as a ‘steak’ for the bull

Hey! Why bother they were grass eaters were they not?

For Brenda's Sunday Whirl Wordle #190
Mary's at Poets United's Poetry Pantry #230 and
Mindlovemisery's Menagerie's #84 - soap opera 

Silent Night brings tears!

                                                                            Attribution: Claude T Ngoc
Image: Elegant Christmas Tree (here)

Note: A Christmas Carol a novella by Charles Dickens.  

Carol tells the story of a bitter old miser Scrooge and his
transformation into a gentler, kindlier man .It was published
in the early Victorian era, a period when there was strong
nostalgia for old Christmas traditions together with the
introduction of new customs, such as Christmas
trees and greeting cards  -  Wiki

What the Dickens? A

Christmas Carol so it was

Perfect novella

Scrooge now no stranger

Stingy and cold character

Immortalized since

Christmas traditions

Revived and established and

Silent Night brings tears!

For Chev's CARPE DIEM #620  -  Christmas carol

Brought back memories

                                                                                                Attribution: Jen R for MLMM
Image: Pennwood Carnival Popcorn (here)

A Shadorma:

A non-rhyming six-line poem

 of 3/5/3/3/7/5 syllables

Childhood thrills

Big crowds, animals

Better than

YouTube screen

Tensed trapeze funny clowns all

unforgettables  

A Naani:

There are 4 lines for a

total of 20-25 syllables

Brought back memories   5

Circus in town though no Big Top   8

But the spectacle was 'live'   8

The roar was real   4

For BJ's Shadorma and Beyond at

Mindlovemisery's Menagerie  -  to

write on a shadorma or a naani

(Hank chosen to write both)

Skirting the night skies

                                                                                             Attribution: Kabir Bakie
Image: Full Moon (here)

Bathing the darkness
Full moon with brightness beyond
Skirting the night skies

Bright and beautiful
Surrounded by twinkling stars
Invoking romance

Due nights of splendor
Mankind dancing to the tune
Awaiting day-break

For Chev' CARPE DIEM # 619 -  full moon

Life is beginning to be tough

                                                                             Attribution: DPUBOC
Image: Tinker Bell bronze edition (here)

The given words:

fairies dust lost door fly

frost puff soft toy life song

The tooth fairies have been here, Mom!

But I have not seen any of them

I swear they were here

Did you see them?

No, I did not but there are signs

What signs?

Fairy dust on the flooring

Oh, those were Kitty’s pug marks. Kitty was 

lost last night and just came in through the door

But they glitter

Yes, you know the silica in the sand

I thought the tooth fairies might fly in

to escape the frost.With a little huff and

a puff and a soft toy under my pillow

But it is not even Christmas!

This is pre-Christmas Mom, there’ll be another from Santa

Life is beginning to be tough

What did you say Mom? Couldn’t hear

I was saying life is a laugh

Oh!

We used to have songs and story-telling no presents

from the tooth fairy

Is that right?

Your grandma told me the tooth fairy

taught her to sing to me when I was your age!

Obviously your Mom was smart!

For Misky's Red Wolf Poems
We Wordle #32

everything to be proud of

                                                                              Attribution: Commons Stamps
Image: The Pocket Hercules (here)

The 3 Prompts:
3WW:compact jubilant neglected
Poetry Jam: hands
d’Verse: winners and losers

Naim Süleymanoğlu was a Turkish World and Olympics Champion. He was nicknamed ‘The Pocket Hercules’ due to his small stature of 4 ft 11 in.  He became the strongest man ever, pound-for-pound, by lifting 3.16 times of his body weight in the 1988 Summer Olympics.  Won three Olympics, seven world Championships six European titles and set 46 world records

In politics later he stood in the 1999 general elections and again in 2006. In 2002 he was the candidate for mayor of Kıraç municipality. He was unsuccessful in all these attempts - Wiki

Packed into a compact frame of barely 5 feet tall

he was nicknamed the Pocket Hercules

Jubilant upon winning Olympics and 

World Championships as a weight-lifter

he had the whole nation behind him. 

He was a winner hands-down

But reputedly a playboy he was nightclubbing 

and smoking 50 cigarettes a day. 

He neglected his health and suffered 

a heart attack in 2009 at the age of 42

Tried as he might in politics 

but his fortunes took a dip

One could be winners and losers

within a lifetime. 

As long as the sufferings and the setbacks were not material

it would have been a good life

Naim had had a good life and everything to be proud of

despite some hiccups

For Thomg's at 3WW # 404
Laurie's at Poetry Jam - hands and
Mary's at d'Verse : Poetics - winners and losers

Sweet revenge pursued

                                                                                         Attribution: David Kennedy
Image: Dark Quiet lane (here)

Footsteps sounded low

Hat tipped down hiding his face

Teeth gritted eyes red

Dark alley ahead

Owl hooting morbid low calls

Held no fear for him

Cool quiet night air

Bidding for sinister acts

Sweet revenge pursued

Bound to catch headlines

Of tomorrow’s editions

He just had no choice

For Chev's CARPE DIEM's Ghost writer #36
haiku noir - sense of darkness and vulnerability

Blessed by nature’s warmth

                                                                                  Attribution: Kristjaan Panneman

Image: Courtesy of Chev's

A place to call home

Safe sanctuary for spiders

Basking in the sun

Autumn's greenery

Gentle colors blended well

Indian summer’s day

Blessed by nature’s warmth

Shrill cries of children at play

Happy neighborhood

Note: Indian summer's day  - An unseasonably warm,
dry and calm weather, usually following a period of
colder weather or frost in the late Autumn -  Wiki

For Chev's CARPE DIEM Timeglass #12  -  autumn sunlight

They must find a way back home

                                                                                           Attribution:  Mikel Ortega

Image: Trigger and Buttermilk on 

the plains after their escape (here)

The given words:

dizzy unease pallor laughter convulsion 
maim hasten poison lacteal (milky) rustle

Most unfortunate and most cruel

Trigger tried to calm down Buttermilk

It was still dizzy and uneasy thinking

of last night’s episode

It was a clever ruse

They made good their escape

But it took its toll

Buttermilk was just as affected

The pallor in her face was telling

There was no laughter as was seen before

Buttermilk in convulsion immediately
after but was lucky not maimed or hurt bad

Trigger hastened to think on how to go back

Trigger was now in jitters

It was more worried of Buttermilk’s
condition though

It was not sure if the meal given
before their escape last night was poisoned

Buttermilk was foaming like
lacteal around the mouth
It must be very tired

Both were lucky though to make a quick getaway

They managed to outwit the rustlers

They must find a way back home

Roy and Dale must be extremely worried


For Mindlovemisery Menagerie Wordle #37 and
Marian's at Open Link Monday at Real Toads