She leaned against the wall
sun beating down
sweat on her brow,
legs aquiver.
No doubt about it
a long hard fall
a catastrophe ’tis true,
but she’d landed on her feet.
She counted in her head
one . . .
two . . .
ah. . . . just three.
She arched her back
preened a bit
and catwalked down the lane.
Six more to go.
Includes July’s word prompt from my granddaughter, “catastrophe.”
Love that you trade prompts with your granddaughter!
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Clever!
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Awesome! 😎😎😎
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Always wonderful to get your replies!😊
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Lillian, your words of Creativity are such a True Enjoyment for me. Thank you for postings. 🥀🥀🥀
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Oh my😊. And thank you for these lovely words!!
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better than a “Cat’s meow”…. 🙂
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Smiling I am!😊
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