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| copyright 2014, Joy Acey |
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"What shall we eat for dinner, my dear?'
"What shall we eat?" the vultures moan.
"We can have old gazelle haunch,
or feast upon wart hog bones."
What will you eat for Christmas dinner? Will family or friends join you? Can you write a prose poem today that tells about your Christmas feast? Have fun writing.
Joy,
ReplyDeleteThe top photo makes me inclined to say, "Let's picnic in the shade." One lone tree far away could provide that paradise.
You are so creative to think to match these photos to the holiday feasts we enjoy.
Merry Christmas!
Linda,
DeleteWe were driving along on the game reserve and my husband saw vultures circling in the sky. "What is over there?" he asked our guide. So we took off and drove to the spot and there were the vultures, but also storks, maribou, jackals, hyena and a group of wart hogs. All vying for the same piece of carrion that the jackals eventually ripped apart and then there were several pieces--enough for everyone who was brave enough to stick their snout into the fray. In the second picture, can you find the jackal?
DeleteFound it!
LOVE this one. Who would think to write poems about vultures?
ReplyDeleteAh, Rosi,
ReplyDeleteThat is the fun of poetry--putting together two things that normally wouldn't go together. Thanks for stopping by and leaving a comment. You keep me writing.