One-Liner Wednesday

i’m always late because i’ve been waiting all my life  –  me

 

For One-Liner Wednesday

snow

We were snowed in and snowed under with work but the boss’s reasons for no overtime were a real snow job, while he acted pure as the driven snow and left us snowed.

 

For One-Liner Wednesday

lone wolf

First, a poem:

Fable by Janos Pilinszky


Once upon a time
there was a lonely wolf
lonelier than the angels.

He happened to come to a village.
He fell in love with the first house he saw.

Already he loved its walls
the caresses of its brick layers.
But the window stopped him.

In the room sat people.
Apart from God nobody ever
found them so beauitful
as this child-like beast

So at night he went into the house.
He stopped in the middle of the room
and never moved from there anymore.

He stood all through the night, with wide eyes
and on into the morning when he was beaten to death.


Next, my response:

wolves live in packs

the pack is family

an older female may be driven out

or leave to find another pack

that has a mate for her

a male lone wolf is not a good thing

he cannot bring down the favored game

he must eat the small animals

or carrion

he needs family

if he chooses badly

if his mind is not right

and he chooses badly

if worst of all

he chooses man

and survives

he must learn the way of the

dog

 

For Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie

crane

i craned my neck.

i was up on a crane with a camera and telephoto lens.

trying to get a shot of the ultra-rare frosty hill crane.

working for the bird-lover’s brotherhood, founded with a bequest from the estate of the actress jeanne crain (rip).

also funded by the ajax crane machine company.

ajax makes those little prize machines where the grabber grabs the little stuffed crane, if you’re lucky, and drops it in the shoot.

 

For Six Sentence Stories

mail

Snow White, Princess, gets her mail up at the castle.

The rest of us, dwarfs, reside back there in the trailer park.

The correct terminology, when it comes to dwarfism, varies from country to country, between different cultures and even from person to person; the one thing that everyone can agree on is that most people would rather be referred to by their name than by a label.

 

For Three Line Tales

love token

he called it a love token

i call it a baby

which

when grown

will be nothing like his father

my kiss his love token

and for his father

knuckles

 

For dVerse

snowman

 

Farmers, like wildlife, require predictable weather. Ice on the fruit or nut blossoms and after a bust year, the bank may own your place.

Same with marriage, in my experience. The wrong thing at the wrong time and you’re single again.

Late snow is Nature’s midlife crisis. It comes out of nowhere and disrupts the normal routines.

I got snowed on twice the same day. Orchards wiped out just as I’m leaving home with some clothes stuffed in a suitcase.

No school and the kids were having a good time building a snowman.

 

Photo by Jade Wong
For Sunday Photo Fiction