Photo: Inbar Asif
In the deep chill of winter
It got caught en route
To a squirreled away
Acorn nuts loot.
Dedicated with love to my Southern Hemisphere friends, on this solstice day.
For Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge
Squirreled
Just for fun
Market Day
PHOTO PROMPT © Fatima Fakier Deria
“Where is that boy?” Hassan demanded.
“I sent your son to your father,” Um-Ali responded from below.
Her voice was calm in the way that often enraged him. As if she’s talking to a baby, he fumed.
“What were you thinking?!” he exploded. “You know I need him on market day!”
“I know you need help on market day,” she stated. “I called Mustafa.”
Her brother. Lord of bossy annoyance. Hassan glowered at his wife.
She chuckled. “You look exactly as Ali had this morning when he thought he’d have to go with you.”
For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers June-22-2018
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Horizontal Manners
Photo: Inbar Asif
Polite tree
Clearing branches
Away from the path,
To let climbers pass by
For a one-sided
Hug.
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Jabberwocky
Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein
If the spoot
Got your boot
And the ptuk
Stole your truck,
It is time to call
A glonky
To clean up
This jabberwocky.
Merriam-Webster’s word for June 18, 2018:
Jabberwocky
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Sentry Lesson
PHOTO PROMPT © Jean L. Hays
“It isn’t armor that makes one a good kitchen-window sentry,” he instructed the younglings during a quick peck break.
“Is it the blade?” piped Pepper and stretched a leg to critically eye a very immature spur.
The bird clucked fondly at the chick. Always the feisty one, Pepper was. Last to emerge from the egg but first in every yard-race since.
“No, Son,” the quail stretched tall. “It is all in the plume. Once it grows, hold it high, bob it well.”
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The Epithet
Photo: Ofir Asif
They called them “The Twins”
And termed them inseparable.
Though they each had a name
Using those seemed interminable.
There was ease in regarding
Two beings at once
When the duo rarely gave
Singularity a chance.
Merriam-Webster’s word for June 12, 2018:
Epithet
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Promised Appetite
Photo: Dvora Freedman
Where the green spikes grow tall
And the artichoke blossoms
You just know that the future
Will taste pretty awesome.
For The Tuesday Photo Challenge
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Waiting for Sam
Friday Fictioneers’ photo prompt © Roger Bultot
He’ll meet her at the exhibition at Noon, he’d promised.
“You’ll see. Twelve on the dot.”
“Like Cinderella?” she had joked.
“Sort of.”
She scanned the crowds, the balconies, the empty domes that rose above like marble skies.
Laughter echoed. People milled around.
She checked her watch again.
It had inched, traitorous, well past twelve o’clock.
Like Cinderella with no fairy godmother, she thought.
Never should have eaten that pumpkin Sam had bought.
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Digging to China
Friday Fictioneers’ photo prompt © Connie Gayer
He didn’t want to hear a word against the possibility.
“It is a round world, Meg,” he said,
And listened not to facts nor feasibility.
“China is there at the bottom, you will see.”
He said and spread the shovels all around for company.
It’s been a long first year of him retired
And the days stretched on.
“Go ahead, dear,” Meg agreed,
For China may let her keep her sanity indeed.
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In All Unlikelihood
Photo: Ofir Asif
Is the center of city
Somewhat an unlikely space
To transport apparitions
That seem so out of place,
Or do they
Just like others
Feel at home on this Earth?
Na'ama Yehuda 
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