My Olive is a fetching mixed-breed, “junkyard dog”. Of the dogs I’ve loved, she reigns as queen of scent.
Olive as a puppy.
She invites the eye to witness nostrils’ draw, a primal sift of molecules suspended in air. Head steered by nose, body pulled by head, closer still in the carefully timed advance. A joyous pounce on prey in the playful dance of death.
Squirrel, mouse, or bird acts its part. Feigning death to bargain final escape, the prostrate prey is under a watchful eye.
A terrifying and fascinating horror plays out in my backyard.
via Daily Prompt
Foot soldier to humble meals.
No favored guest to fancy salads and highfalutin cuisine like your pricier cousins.
You don’t peacock bright colors in luscious photo shoots.
You quietly flavor everyday home cooking.
Mmmmm. Humble meals. Humble onion.
via Daily Prompt: Yellow
Full of color self contained
via JACKSON 5 / THE JACKSONS lyrics – DMenusancing Machine
via Daily Prompt: Automatic
“So please understand that though I will never abandon you entirely, I will choose to spend time with you only when you are unadulterated by your saucy get-ups and sickeningly sweet flirtations.”
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via Daily Prompt: Ten
Their album ‘Ten’. My kids were young. We sang along (loudly)…
” Jeremy spoke in claaaasssss today.”
Maybe a strange choice for this mother to share with her children, but dark as it was, Jeremy was fiction. In the real world, the Colorado school shootings and those to follow brought the grim reality of bloody school violence to my children’s doorstep.