(a combination of prompts 16 & 21 for Hour 21) By Sandy Lender   Did I tell you today how awesome you are How much I admire and adore you   Did I tell you today how cute you are How your every movement makes…

Beneath my feet, moss impossibly soft, the outline of a feather, pure white, stood in the rearview dancing.

Stitching a flower That will never fade To hang on the wall Hours spent Checking charts And sewing in the patterns Finally being finished Finally FINALLY being finished The rose breathes new life Standing out how Proud from the fabric Energized by newfound interest Picked…

The little star did it’s best Combining atoms at it’s nature’s behest It tried and tried but didn’t think it got it right The people there on Earth couldn’t see its light After many years it asked the Universe a question long on its mind…

At this hour of the day, when the morn’ is new and sunny, thinking of my favorite cat, is really rather funny. There’s Vinnie, the Calico and Chester lives next door. Oh, and there’s also Ollie; Just one of many I adore. I know and…

As the ocean 🌊 tide rises So does the anticipation rises Swings and moods of nature Allures the presence of granduer Splendid time of uncommon favor Spread its wings like the ocean floor Pitching tides fare and wide Leaving no space for common slide The…

We’ve been planning on getting a dog. As though we consulted a book of baby puppy names, one of us came up with one that would be perfect for a little scrunch-faced bulldog: Armour. We have routines like the young couple from John Osborne’s Look…

The verdict is not out. It is not necessarily a zombie virus but it might as well be. Is it strictly respiratory? It can cause strokes and cardiac complications? In the elderly, babies, and the youth? What do we believe? Do we wear the fashionable…

(from the hour #20 prompt) By Sandy Lender, attributing it to Nigel Taiman in my world of Onweald   When I awoke today the suns didn’t rise Darkness clouded every valley I had only to pick one to fall into   When I awoke today…

It grins, serene, at her, its owner a small black ear flicks in the wind, it’s smaller than a mouse, that ear, but the other is large as if it can choose what to hear. An orange tail flicks, the red one swishes, the third…