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100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups – Week#66

November 16, 2012

In the deafening silence the gardener retires;

he lets the garden be.

Sycamore leaves flutter down to a stylish layer that hides the previous rotting debris.

Vacant snail shells dampened by the late afternoon mist

glisten like glass marbles;

in the mud flattened by the marauding, fat fluorescent chested pigeons.

who squabble for breadcrumbs fallen below the bird table.

Yellow beaked blackbird scurries under the cotoneaster;

pecks greedily at the scarlet dots of juice.

Lazy ginger Tom while watching the eager infiltrators,

in the last of the sun;

stretches, yaws and sidles in the back door  as it closes shut.

2 Comments leave one →
  1. November 17, 2012 10:28 am

    love the vacant snail shells- such imagery in 100 words- well done! 🙂

    • November 17, 2012 12:01 pm

      Yes I like the shells also; secretly hoping the Blackbird had a happy meal xxx Thank you from kind words

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