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March 30, 2010

Tuesdays Tale: Featured Post Winner

Who says tales have to be written in prose? Congrats Don for your winning contribution this week! I'd like to see more entries for this week's Tuesdays Tale!

My Father's Fault


For generations
we were golden chested
and white faced.

Then my father stole
the egg
from a neighbor's nest.

Darkness crept across
our golden chests.

A mask appeared
on offspring's white faces.

Branded.
It was my father's fault.


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6 comments:

The Strawberry Mallard said...

What a beautiful bird and a beautiful picture!

Betty Manousos:cutand-dry.blogspot.com said...

Awww, I love this one!
So beautiful picture!

Dani said...

So write about it! :) (Heehee)

septembermom said...

We tried really hard to be quiet. "Mommy, let's see if he's here," she whispered. Our little feathered visitor liked a branch by our garden bench for his morning song. Usually, we would watch him from a distance, but my daughter was curious to get a closer look. "Mommy, we're like secret agents," she giggled as we slowly tiptoed closer and closer. "Mommy, I can see his little head moving around. Isn't he cute?" she excitedly asked. Happily, we found a little spot on the grass and got ready to watch our bird friend for a while. All of a sudden, we hear, "Heads!" Looking up just in time, we see a basketball about to hit the bench. "Look out!" my little one cried. Our feathered friend heard the alarm and flew away. "Mommy, good thing we were here to save him from those annoying brothers!"

Don said...

My Father's Fault

For generations
we were golden chested
and white faced.

Then my father stole
the egg
from a neighbor's nest.

Darkness crept across
our golden chests.

A mask appeared
on offspring's white faces.

Branded.
It was my father's fault.

Heather T. said...

Great choice, Dani! Don, what a great accompaniment for our friends photo.