Making out of this place alive was going to take skill and daring
All the exotic animals surrounding him made it even harder
Zoos were supposed to be places of wonder and discovery
Except he was just a humble peacock, and all these stupid paths became one evil…
Tilly strutted around like a peacock in mating season
As she surveilled her realm, she smiled at everyone who stared
She had dressed in four different patterns and a riot of colors
To hell with the fashion police with their rigorous rules
Eight year olds made their own rules
Stories and photos from Scotland
A paper-cut survivor
Abdi Mohammed
The Art of Prose and Poetry
self-publishing
Sarah Torribio and her right brain. Music. Musings. Writing. Style.
We Survived and Arrived - Now as Warriors We Thrive
With previous posting of "Our World" on Blogger
Sharing is Learning
POETRY AND FICTION
Random Stuff I Think You'll Like
Things I love, typically with people I love. Will likely be hiking, baking, and doing other things that make me happy.
The Official Home of Rolli - Author, Cartoonist and Songwriter
Never Short On Words 