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

twins OfirAsif

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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Walk The Future

day trip ChagitMoriahGibor

Photo: Chagit Moriah-Gibor

 

Hold my hand

And we’ll go

Up the hill

As we sow

Seeds of light

For the thrill

Of just watching

You grow.

 

 

For The Sunday Stills Challenge: Future

Proficient

 

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Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein

 

He’s got all the right moves

He knows where the horn blows

He can tell you exactly

Where this big truck goes

He is one with the levers

Will press buttons with glee

He’s proficient in steering

It is quite plain to see.

 

 

Merriam-Webster’s word for June 4, 2018:

Proficient

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The Crank

Silver Gelatin Print

Photo: Vivian Maier (Girl Crying) N.Y. 1954

 

She huffed and she puffed and she stomped her small feet. She whined and she cried and she kicked the car seat. She refused to wear shoes, threw her coat on the ground. Made sure everyone heard her for miles around. She tossed food on the floor. Then asked for some more … Like a kid on a mission for the spoiled child edition.

Evening came.

Gramma called.

Mama handed the phone.

“Tell me now, little one, what on earth’s going on?”

“I’m a crank,” the child said in response. “Now Mama’s tired, all on my own.”

 

 

 

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For The Daily Post

“I Am Waiting”

mostlymommyhood.com

Photo: mostlymommyhood.com

 

“I am waiting,” she crouched with jaw ensconced by tiny fists supported on little elbows pressed into small knees.

Her eyes did not leave the circle of translucence and white suds.

“It will be a while,” her momma said. “How about we go have a snack? I think we still have some cookies left.”

“But I’m waiting,” the toddler admonished, as if the wait itself precluded any other thing from being done … not even the consumption of normally-tantrum-before-dinner-worthy cookies.

Then again, maybe this wait indeed required full attention. After all, it was her terry friends being tumbled, wet, forlorn and all alone, so far away from hug and hand.

 

 

For The Daily Post

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The Conversant

busy

Photo: A.Cohen

 

She’s an expert on all matters

Hearts and rainbows

And the crucial importance

Of having everything that glints.

She can wax poetic

On the concept

Of shiny polka dots in pink.

She’s conversant

Beyond measure

On the value of more dolls.

Especially after three had suffered

Unrelenting awful hair-days

Due to dunking

At the sink.

 

 

For The Daily Post

Suspiciously Quiet

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Photo: Pinterest

 

The quiet lingered enough to have the mother lift her head from the small screen of the phone.

“Emma?” She inquired.

A longer silence returned no response.

She rose and walked toward the child’s bedroom. The three-year-old was outgrowing afternoon naps but sometimes still could be found slumbering amidst her toys.

The door was open. The girl’s room was empty. She peeked into the bathroom. Empty, too.

“Emma!?” Her voice rose. This time in alarm.

A faint shuffle came from the direction of the master bedroom. Nothing more.

“Emma, where are you?” She demanded.

“Here …” The extra pause and small voice held suspicious hesitation.

Urgency made the few steps feel oddly prolonged. The woman felt heartbeat pulse in the space between her tongue and throat. She pushed open the door …

The child’s cheeks were mascara blotches, her mouth and chin bloomed various shades of lipstick. She had a second set of eyebrows. Her little feet sported rose hues that merged into the floor. The room reeked from a cacophony of perfumes, nail polish, and something that smelled suspiciously like aftershave.

“Hi,” the little girl managed, guilty as they come. “I … I was getting pretty so it be your party.”

 

 

For The Daily Post

Kind of Allergic

Dessert InbarAsif

Photo: Inbar Asif

 

He didn’t want to have his dinner.

Only dessert.

“I’m kind of allergic to the salad,” he proclaimed.

“And the stew?”

“That, too.”

 

 

 

For The Daily Post

A Cookie Riff

happy cookies AtaraKatz

Photo: Atara Katz

 

He shook his head

At jam and bread

Objected to any other

Kind of spread

And lectured mommy

From his seat

That cookie’s the only

Thing to eat.

 

 

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