Writing To A Weekly Prompt |
(PPC6 Prompt11) If one comes near my patch Where peat is mounded over Frost bitten vines There in the dawn light morning mist Will appear a pumpkin or two, orange globes Defying winter’s cruel design Sneaking libations to sturdy their resolve Who gives my pumpkins whiskey and cola To stiffen their resolve to live on? I would say I don’t know Though I suspect my deadly Crossbow A fierce feline, smokey blue, murderous cat! “Crossbow. Did you get my pumpkins drunk last night?” She eyes me. Purple shimmering globes Wide eyed penetrating glare goring me Human. She arches her back defying My insolent interrogation And inside the dissipating Fog, wet molecules of whiskey and cola, A thick blanket of inebriant to make even the most Dissipated rodent impervious to winter’s curse Lie the bodies of three hapless moles Decapitated by a wicked paw A ruthless paw My blessed Crossbow smiles Free Form 25 Lines 10/21/2025 ♫~ Kenword~♫ (101@100513)_(101x2@030614)__________ (YCM_@122313) |