Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein
Side by side
Nose to fence
They stand in awe
And suspense:
Here’s a duck
There’s a mouse.
Is the red thing
Their house?
What do animals
Eat?
Not small children?
Just treats?
From their safe
Vantage point
The zoo does not
Disappoint.
And they admire
The goose
Glad its not
On the loose.
For the Lens-Artists Photo Challenge: Fence
Photo: Osnat Halperin-Barlev
In the shade
Out of sun
I am still
Having fun.
Even these
Stubborn bubbles
Will stop
Giving me troubles.
I’ll persist
And resume
Turning a chair
To a play room.
For the Pull Up a Seat Challenge
Photo: Philip Coons
Not ripe in May
Not quite an apple
Mandrake grows best
In partial dapple.
No screams will sound
When it is pulled
Though tales will try
To have you fooled.
The fruit is fine
In moderation
But beware of higher
Concentration.
Medicinal
Though it may well be,
Won’t eat the seeds
If it were me.
Photo: Tzur Moriah
Come the peak
Of a morning
Perched atop
Milky alps,
A mug of brew
And its message
Wakes the mind
Warms the heart.
For the Friday RDP Challenge: Coffee
Photo: Flight Of The Gibbon, Thailand
Helmet on
Harness tight
Zip along
In a flight
As gibbons chatter
Out of sight
In the tree tops’
Stunning height.
For the Which Way Photo Challenge
Photo: Amitai Asif
When your home
Packs away
On your feet
In your bags,
The entire
Wide world
Is your glorious
Backyard.
For the Tuesday Photo Challenge: backyard
Photo: Dvora Freedman
If all train seats are taken
And the ride is still long
Why not pull out a beach chair
You happen to bring along
And with paper at hand
Lounge like where you belong?
For Kammie’s Oddball Photo Challenge
“So, remember,” her hand on the door’s handle. “Bedtime at 9, only one treat, brush your teeth.”
“And no opening the door for anyone,” he intoned.
At least it got him a smile. There weren’t many of them of late.
She tucked an errant lock of hair behind an ear and suddenly he couldn’t stand it.
“When will you be back?” He knew. He had to ask.
She glanced at the window. The court-order weighed heavy on her mind.
“When Luna goes to bed behind the mountain, I’ll be home.”
For the last time.
For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers
Photo: Amitai Asif
Still they strive
Strain to grow
Stretch to touch
Yearning so.
Almost there
But not quite
Only five
Thousand years
Till they finally
Hold hands.
Photo: Amitai Asif
Not much can
Match
A magenta batch
Like brilliant
Lime
For a dozen
A dime.
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