“… By all means, Mr Wolf, try to break free of those chains. No matter how much practice you’ve had you will never escape by yourself.”
“Ah, Mr Fox. Your kind of wild, small-minded plans make me cringe. Come close and tell me what this one is called.”
“It’s written upon the chains that bind you, Mr Wolf. The Indestructible Link. A top-secret alloy that – eh?”
“That you were cajoled into making, Mr Fox. My organisation heaped praise upon you about your alchemistic ‘expertise’ yet you overlooked one key fact. My skin blights metal, making it brittle and crumble…”
Dawn chorus greets the rising Sun
Mist and dew begin to fade
The sky brightens, then the land…
A new day with new opportunities
Serene and magical whatever the weather
To be filled exactly as pleased
Time passes as it so does
Relevant to the deeds being done
Shadows stretch as the day ends
Serendipitous with the Sun’s slow setting
Echoes resound then begin to diminish
Day creatures settle, night ones stir
Twilight half light begins to cool
Once again the shaded side returns
A different Six Word Saturday post.
It’s a stormy debate
That doesn’t mar the taste
And the silence of a few letters doesn’t help
You still fry the batter
Which way – doesn’t matter
Whole or with a hole, please yourself
The star of the show
Is a sweet round of dough
A glorious gift filled with all manner of guilt
Draft a line in the sand
Decide where you stand
And then use your choice up to the hilt
Some use the ‘ugh’
Whereas others do not…
The charge being neither is wrong
Donut or doughnut
Just don’t eat a lot
You’ll feel wired and not very strong!
This post is also in response to a little mini challenge set by Sharon over at Make Art… Magic Happens.
“Do stop the snarling, darling,
And mind your sharp teeth on my arms…
Apart from that small scar I saw on your neck
I’d have been all the wiser bar none…
And thought you were being your normal self.”
Now confused, I was able to tilt my body
And throw theirs into the hearth.
Their head hitting the half trunk sent them soundly to sleep.
And now all I have to do is haul them back to their cage.
These vampires crop up at the most inopportune time!
Look, honey, the gravity of the situation is like this:
With nerves rattled – nay, shattered – and blood just about reaching boiling point,
My voice at its crescendo and you still can’t understand me.
I’m blue in the face
And my teeth ache around the edges
As I’ve bitten my fingers down to the bare bones,
I have little birds flying around my head with the stars
From that awfully tinny electrified music
No, I’m telling you.
I’m sorry, I didn’t understand your response. Please say ‘Yes’, ‘No’ or ‘Repeat’ to hear the options again…
I give up. I think I’ll write instead.