Work for chimney sweeps
Pots plugged with Spring nest debris
Birds long gone ~ Autumn.
Author: Sarah Potter Writes
Sarah is a British eccentric who writes offbeat fiction, haiku and tanka poetry. When stuck for words, she sketches or paints instead. She's into nature conservation, sustainability, gardening, dogs, natural health, and reading. Her sociability is something that happens in short bursts with long breathing spaces in between.
Wordless Wednesday — Gloomy Day, Secret Desire
Monday Morning #Haiku 76 & 77 — Sloe Berries
Friday Fictioneers — Dreaming of Bison
In my dreams, I have a canoe large enough to save the bison from extinction. It rests on the backs of magical eagles that carry the bison to the Great Plains in the Clouds, far away from the white men with unkempt hair, angry beards, and guns; they who rampage against the landscape, throw up dust, and wage war with the natural order of the world.
In my dreams, the bison create a mighty storm. They thunder across the skies and exhale lightning, so the white men tremble and their spurs crackle.
In my dreams, the meaningless treaties never happened.
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Friday Fictioneers: 100 words stories
Prompt: image (c) Jennifer Pendergast






