#99WSP Wish To Escape

As people, we can escape from our current place
When it no longer serves our purpose of security
But, often we escape to a safe, soothing sanctuary

It’s only a five minutes walk to the place
It’s not on any map; yet, its my design
It’s shades and blue and green hues are benign
Sun and Moon light foliage, water and friendly beasts
Bugs, criminals or meat hunters can’t have their feast
This place is always safe, soothing, kind, and inspiring
When I’ve been there, I can start daily working

@douryeh

Written for Carrot Ranch’s 99 Word Story Prompt.

https://carrotranch.com/2021/03/25/march-25-flash-fiction-challenge-2/

29 February 2020

We were told to stay indoors — if we can
I belonged to those who are allowed to work
How little has changed, actually, in a year’s time
Also now we say, ‘Only a few more months’
But now, a Mediterranean Sun vacation is less likely
The State has paid business owners’ rent, also now
Today, people say, covid is to stay coming years
Most of us aren’t used to what now adheres
People elected the same State back, despite its ills
In the end, they trust its anti covid19 policy.

@douryeh

March 18: Flash Fiction Challenge

Mouse in the House #99WSP

It has always amazed me: Critters around the house

A childhood fav, was this little mammal: The mouse

Every Spring and Fall, we heard just one shuffle

On the attic, where it cleanly slept, without scuffle

There were no others than this one tidy mouse

Later, I encountered more than one mice filled house

It didn’t make me loose sympathy for the mouse

It’s a gentle spirit; at home, it’s relatively harmless

In a domestic environment, it may cause minor stress

@douryeh

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Where The Wind Carries Us

Native American wisdom says, wind is God’s voice — maybe

Wind easily always reminds me of this: The sky

Looking at the sky, is looking at unending history

At daytime, you see the Sun; maybe the Moon

At nighttime, you may see stars dead since millennia

Also wind, reminds me of history — but, my own

Its sound in the foliage brings me back decades

I heard the same whisper, when walking to school

Wind brings us back to history and to nature

Maybe indeed wind reminds us of our very core

@douryeh

First Flight

The colleagues had placed a webcam near the crest

On the factory’s rooftop, the family feels safe enough

Peregrine falcons, unlike before, have become common these days

The youngsters had grown big enough to fly now

The parents just kick them out of the nest

Some of them, just drop down and don’t fly

The colleagues take loving care of the confused youngster

Quickly, a falcon video and some photos were made

Then, one of the colleagues brought the youngster upstairs

Alas, same routine was repeated to the young falcon

The colleagues never found out, how the story ended

@douryeh

Her Crowning Glory

All this, you cannot call it helmet, nor fur

I wonder, how much it all must itch her

All this critter is always rambling on her skin

Where it came from; when — her knowledge is thin

She sees them come and go; they change much

They eat each other; they have a cruel touch

And, they love each other sometimes to a fault

Strangely, she is the only neighbour with bugs default

Sun, Uranus, Pluto: Their baldness gives them sophisticated chique

However, she admits, it is good to be unique

Yet, being your own crowd, comes with a price

July 30: Flash Fiction Challenge

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