Saturday, November 6, 2010

MAGPIE TALES

Is that fear I see in that eye?
I'm fond of red
Just not MY red
blood.
I hold court with my
ladies.
The chorus begins
slowly.
They call me
Gregory Peck.
Because I do.
The Chorus Girls
sing
while I wait patiently
for
the
ax
to
fall.

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9 comments:

  1. Brian MillerNovember 6, 2010 at 3:36 AM

    yikes! funny line about gregory peck...smiles.

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  2. Teri and her Stylish Adventure Cats November 6, 2010 at 5:09 AM

    oh, laffed at the name, but then came the end..oh

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  3. UnknownNovember 6, 2010 at 8:29 AM

    cute and clever...
    "They call me Gregory Peck, because I do"
    priceless

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  4. HelenNovember 6, 2010 at 8:57 AM

    That handsome devil, Mr. Peck! You have done him well!

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  5. farmladyNovember 6, 2010 at 3:37 PM

    Oh my gosh! A poem about chickens and death. There is something foreboding about this one and I do see the fear in it's eyes. Kind of an amazing photo with the dead daddy long legs hanging around the edges.
    Really interesting photo and poem.

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  6. Marilyn & JeffNovember 7, 2010 at 1:16 AM

    Wonderful piece ...great fun.

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  7. Tess KincaidNovember 7, 2010 at 1:08 PM

    Gregory Peck, indeed. I love it.

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  8. Tumblewords:November 8, 2010 at 12:13 PM

    Cleverly done!

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  9. AnonymousNovember 9, 2010 at 6:40 PM

    rich texture in your words,
    masterful tale.
    xx

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