The Lion (Poem form: The Bop)

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The Lion

The mighty lion once roamed
across the untouched plains.
Kings and queens of their domain,
never taking more than they should.
Living together with all under the sun
enjoying a balanced tranquility.

Until the day man came.

Man took what the lions offered
and wanted more and more.
Never satisfied, never pleased,
until they claimed all under the sun.
The balance lay in tattered shreds
across the African plain.
All suffered as man approached
but they hoped for a reprieve.

Until the day man came.

Man was swift in their attack,
but nature had a plan.
Lay and wait, survive another day
until man learned their lesson.
That day never arrived, and
the mighty lion fell silent.

Until the day man came.


The Adventure of a Lifetime #13 (A to Z Blogging)

Saturdays votes were: 2A, 1C, 1ABC, and 1 AB. So, the A’s have it.

Two days into their journey, the seas turned rough, and Ace watched in shocked horror as a hoard of merpeople clung to the sides of the ship and started rocking it viciously. Everything she thought she new about mermaids was wrong. These creatures from the depths were neither beautiful nor kind, but rather they were ugly, barnacle-covered monsters.

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While I browsed a few prompts this morning and felt horrible for not participating more, I saw Fandango’s one word challenge and immediately wanted to run to the store for puff pastry or phyllo dough. Why? Because of these:

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Now, the funny thing with me and turnovers is that I hate the filling. The words warm and fruit should never go together. It’s the dough. I love phyllo dough and puff pastry. The delicious crunchy outside and melt in your mouth inside. Yep, I’m a sucker for breads and pastries.

I love doughnuts too (don’t get me started on Voodoo Doughnuts in Portland).

What kinds of pastries and breads do you like?

Pay Attention


Museum staff and visitors to the Steampunk Museum thought the small, turned-metal spider was just another movie or tv show prop. They scoured reel after reel, but never found anything quite like it. It had sat in the Nemo or Dr Who walk-thru for so long, people stopped looking at it. They stopped asking about it. They never noticed when it was gone–but they should have.

This is just a little Monday short in response to Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge