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By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

In response to KL Caley’s
weekly #writephoto prompt!
FLEDGLING

I will wait right here
that’s what I will do
Away from home
about life I haven’t a clue

She didn’t mean to leave me
of that I am sure
Mommy owls love
is so strong and so pure

The other fledglings left her
but I stayed by her side
They learned how to fly
They mastered their glide

I am a little different
my wings are too small
I couldn’t lift my body
not even at the mall

So Mommy owl brought me
to wait in this old pot
But I’m starting to wonder
if she’s coming for me – or not

Cee is the host of the photo challenge: https://ceenphotography.com/2022/08/23/cffc-basically-two-colors-in-your-photos/

Sleeping Koda hiding not one, not two – but three bones while she sleeps! 😊

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

In response to the prompt word redivivus posted by Bartholomew Barker @ Living Poetry

As summers heat dissipates
leading seasons end to fall
The flowers I diligently guarded
against pestilence and drought
are withering now to ground

Yet I have no fear this time next year
out of the rich soil they all will sprout
For perennials are all I plant
counting on their redivivus nature
one hundred plus next spring

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

It is a prison
more confining
more defining
locked tighter
than the Castle of Alcazar

There is no abdication
no way to get out
no way to escape pain
unable to avoid the aging
the only release unacceptable

Skin is the tourniquet
bones are the cage
sinew and muscles
held together
in unbearable torture

The Body of Alcazar
traps the spirit
traps the will
captures the mind – ensnares the soul
the human body makes it so

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Written in response to the Sunflower photo prompt from Inkwell.

The large Group of Sunflowers turned in unison. Their many flowered discs always hungry for the sun, always looking forward, always wanting more.

What came before meant little to the tall proud stalks, impervious to why they were clustered together by the thousands; all in concise neat rows, all nearly the same height and same size.

All that is, except one. This little sunflower was not as tall, not as big and not as stiff as his brethren. The multitude of flowers he held protectively in in his disc were – special. Different. Smaller yes, but instead of greedily eating up the light to strengthen his position in the Group, he reflected the light back to aid his brothers and sisters in their growth.

When the sun moved across the sky from morning to night, the littlest sunflower took great delight reading the shadows left behind, the histories, the stories of what was and how they had come to be. Naturally, the rest of the Group made fun of him. They taunted him with unkind words, name-calling and general guffaws at his lack of commitment at being a true Sunflower.

The little Sunflower just smiled, knowing in his heart that sharing light was much better than hoarding it.

It so happened that Summer was coming to an end. The Group all faced away from the huge farmhouse and the massive harvesting machine driven by the farmer. They did not see it coming, they could not. All except one, was so intent on filling their own light coffers, they had no warning at all.

Except for the little voice of the smallest Sunflower who called out as loud as he could,

“Umm Guys! Guys duck!”

Of course they couldn’t duck, they couldn’t bend, they couldn’t so much as turn their heads back to see what was coming.

The flexible little Sunflower could duck and that’s just what he did. The heavy machine passed right over him with clanks, bangs and squeaks. When he looked up, the Group was all but gone, leaving him standing alone in an empty field. Or, was that another tiny Sunflower lifting it’s happy leaves to wave at him across the barren landscape?

by Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

In response to RXC PROMPT #244, hosted by Renee

I am love
I am rage
I am compassionate
I am merciless

Aid the young
Assist the old
Coddle the injured
Oppose the aggressor

I am weak
I am firm
Use my voice
Fight right and wrongs

Shy to speak
Bold when needed
Introvert to most
Extrovert to others

Mother
Lover
Enemy
Friend

Strong as an arrow
Quick to bend
Patient and kind
Relentless and cruel

Never just one
Always each one
Much more to decipher
Who am I to you?

(A Haiku)

New love blossoms
like cherry buds
after the last frost.

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Sweet little Swallowtail in repose

drinking your divine nectar
Knowing only your code

Birthing – eating – mating – dying
simple is the life you have
Sweet little Swallowtail in repose

Pretty yellow Butterfly
in your short time on Earth
You spread joy – you spread life

Flitting from flower to flower
rejuvenating this withering Planet
Pretty yellow Butterfly

The cataclysm of man
unknown to your kind
Nectar of innocence only for you

May nectar-full flowers fulfill
all the days of your life – away from

The cataclysm of man

Cee’s Midweek Madness Challenge (CMMC). The topic is White or off white