Painting by Rubens Peale via Magpie Tales
“Why are you looking at me with that tone of voice?” Zim said.
“Because you are doing funny looks with your face and eyebrows” Aves responds in between pecking a slice of cake.
“Birds do celebrate thanksgiving, you remember, right.” Aves continues.
“Are you feeling ok? Here have a sip of cherry” Aves chirped. He could not understand why Zim kept giving him those strange looks. “Weird”
Another Magpie Tale for this week. Have you ever wondered if animals celebrated thanksgiving or any other festivals?
I think you are the hardest prompt I ever attempted
but yet many will definitely consider you as the easiest.
I usually have you all polished roughly by Monday
but now my page still lay bare without you.
I read another’s entry, moved to tears and
guilt because of what I have inside.
I wrote a post, raw, I password protected it
but even then my heart cried more,
so I deleted the post.
I did not want to write another but at the same time
I needed to write another.
Cogged by circumstances which I allowed to make me
I sometimes detested the breath of life
so could you imagine my face at the mere mention of thanksgiving?
I am a lost cause, an art never flourishing yet decaying.
I am ungratefully unthankful, not as a boast
but a flame seconds away from losing a weak flame.
Week 7 of Prompt Storm