Tess Kincaid challenges us each week to awaken and use our writing abilities. She provides a pictorial prompt. We spin a tale or a poem relating to her choice of art. We must not require an X-rating. Other than that we can go any direction our mind takes. Thank you, Tess.
Midnight Snack, 1984, by Curtis Wilson Cost
They hid during the daylight
Never a soul was seen
They waited for the darkness
To awaken and search for the lean.
Sharing their night's catch
Midnight snacks were a treat
The table held their bounty
They all sat down to eat.
White meat fed them
Daily dues weren't paid
They learned to glide quietly
So they would not be made.
Night after summer night
They walked to the rim
Carrying no hint of light
Carefully watching for Him.
Reaching the perfect spot
They cast their bait in air
Holding their breath waiting
For the big one from down there.
Just when things were looking up
Nibbling had begun
HE walked up wearing
A holster with a gun.
The big light blinded
Ones so used to dark
HE said, "License, please...
Need one to fish in the park!"
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