I visited my friend Malene in Michigan right before the delta really got a hold on us. Malene has a fabulous garden. I am submitting this to Cee’s Flower of the Day Challenge. Have a lovely Monday.
School starts here tomorrow. Happy Labor Day.
I was trying to remember the name of this poem the other day. Then I put up the rose picture and remembered. I wrote this in or before 2009.
Caged
She was raised in captivity
Wild one
With her family
They knew the ways
Of the captors
Obedience
The call
Of the wild
Was too strong for her
She strained at the lead
Ears cocked
Hearing
All
And distant calls
Those who were free
She was beaten
Shunned
Thrown in solitary
They told her the rules
Over and over
She fought
Lacerating her captors
And herself
Her family
Wearied
Turned their heads away
Chained
She mourned
Isolated
They didn’t watch her
Closely
Any more
She chewed off her paw
Free
They didn’t notice
She growled
When they came near
They threw the meat
From a distance
Her cubs circled
Behaved
To all appearances
“When, mother?” they whispered
She mourned
As the leg healed
Her gait became stronger
The cubs and she
Ran at night
While others slept
At last she tried once more
Mourned
Howled
Cried to the sky
Grief
Pain
And the call of the wild
The family cringed
Pressed their ears
To stop the noise
She rose
And broke the chain
On the cage
That held them
Howled
They turned away
Cowering
In the familiar
Now she rises
Turns
Trots from the compound
Cubs behind
She sets a steady pace
A loping gallop
They do not look back
Someday
The family may choose
To free themselves
But not now
She follows the voices
To freedom
And the unknown
For Mundane Monday #206, my prompt is opening.
My camillias are opening and blooming, and look luscious. What photograph illustrates opening for you?
Link to today’s Mundane Monday and I will list them next week!
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From last week the prompt was curve.
The Wishing Well returns with a curve to take care on.
For the Daily Prompt: fool.
Happy April Fool’s! I don’t think this little bushtit is a fool. The expression is foolish or distracted but the bird is not foolish. It is wisely having a delicious breakfast in my yard.
Anyone can be captured with a foolish expression or in a foolish moment. Me, too! I love being silly and foolish with my kids and dear friends. My daughter says she can tell when I will be goofy before I say anything, just by my expression.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: spring.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: haze.
Every so often I get the flock at my feeder. I did this morning. I think these are bushtits.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: sprout.
I haven’t had time to take many pictures since the snow melting. Spring is on the way though we could freeze again. This photograph is from a year ago, February 8, 2018. I love how moss just sprouts where ever it can, on trees, on bushes, high up in the air. And the green moss and blue sky are so bright.
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