Am I dreamin’
Before me stands a lovely imaginary vision
An elephant wearin’ monarch butterfly ears
No, tis some artist’s vivid picturesque creation
A mammal and an insect sharers same ecosystem
Single similarity betwixt them both members of
If local zoo raised its’ admission price, friend
would you pay extra for the chance opportunity
to snap a picture
of a two-to-seven-ton elephant parading around
with monarch butterfly ears, wingspan three to
I guess my answer would be affirmative only I
have a gut feeling this is another photoshop picture.
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First glance of the pic led me to believe this animal species could possibly be the
Vietnamese Orangutan ‘Pongo hooijeri’, an endangered species.
At second glance I took note of the creature’s facial features and oh the long nose
of the rather ugly animal would define it as an ant eater.
An anteater specializes in eating insects.
Although this one is quite gigantic I could’ve used a mini-one earlier this morn.
My urge to pee was greater than my urge to stop the black carpenter ant
(a nervous wreck) made himself at home touring the vanity walking on
numerous personal items.
Void of a long-handled weapon, helpless, I had no choice other than watch
the segmented bugger.
Adamant that ant would soon meet his maker, upon arising after washing my
hands I was on a mission to stop him dead in his tracks.
Success, one less carpenter ant!
Word count: 147 to 150 (if this is inaccurate, blame it on the block editor – tough time.
challenge: write ‘whatever’ comes to mind from viewing the picture
I see the inground pool and I reminisce about years I lived in the countryside.
My neighbors on one side purchased inground pools and on the other side of
them was those, including I, who could only afford above-ground ones.
Each summer we women would gather around poolside while we watched
our young children play and sometimes disagree. There was one game they
played where spoken over and over were the words ‘Marco Polo’
If only I could turn back the clock and relive those happier times of my life.
Sadly we make decisions based on circumstances and for some of us there are
On occasion I dream about days and nights gone by only dreams often become
nightmares – ones I wish ne’er compare to happier yesterdays.
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