“Oh yes, I can sense them out there. Now, I need to probe further, signal and wait.”
Dun-dun-dun-dun…
Ping-ping-ping…
Dun-dun…
Fweeeeet-dun-dun…
Tot-tot-tot-tottatottatot…
-BONK-
“There it is! That’s the response I’ve been looking for.”
As the prey neared life was about to get a whole lot sweeter.
Wings were lifted and expanded. Flight was easy. The perfect spot on the prey was identified and this was going to be easy.
“Time for penetration and relief…”
“Mmmmm…”
I castigate my actions
And reprimand my ways
I chide myself for selfishness
Admonishing without praise
Reproachfully, in this discipline
I censure all replies
And reprove, lambaste and punish me
In all I criticize
Let’s go when the monsters come calling
Run, don’t walk, and don’t be a falling
‘Cause if they get you
You’ll have to pay
And be a monster yourself
Until next year – this day!
Thank you Yeka, It’s All About Love, for nominating me for your heartfelt and precious award. Your gift to us, your readers, is truly God given and genuine!
GUIDELINES:
My definition of LOVE: God’s gift to humanity. One rule!
How I Live Out LOVE: By loving and forgiving often, usually beginning with myself!
My Nominations:
They gather in the rushes
Bent low in the howling wind
A storm brewing on the horizon
As seasons change again
We only have each other
In this there is no wrong
Stick close and stay together
For life is not so long
Love and show great kindness
When strangers cross your path
Another unknown story
Bared in the aftermath
With eyes turned towards the heavens
Caressing raindrops stoke your face
Give thanks to God above you
For a life so filled with grace
Heavy-laden the storm clouds loom
High above the chaos
Deeper and wider the chasm swells
Like billowing sails of the ships of old
A siren’s song drifts with envy upon the wind
As the hoards prepare to feast
The blood moon drips apparitions of fear
Infiltrating the deepest of shadows
Once every 5000 years the hunter is set free
Mayhem holds the key to destruction
There is nowhere to hide
As even the dark cowers
Legion pierces the silence
Three young witches were having a spat.
One got mad and threw off her hat.
While still on their brooms,
Oh, what a scandal
When one of the witches
Flew off the handle.
