Words and a Picture

HOPE

Beneath the ever-present dust and cardboard

Lay the stones

Semi-ruined humans

With a collection of doubt

Share a different roof than BEFORE

The crestfallen

Thought there was only

A dismal chance

For

A new beginning

Hours contained within hours

Give birth 

To future possibilities

This collection of humanity

Shared doubt and ideas

Although dreaming was illegal

Hope was not

One by one

Humans with old stones and fresh hope

Began to build 

Created to share Imaginary Garden With Real Toads

Chickens!

My sister, Marcy, has chickens and supplies us all with eggs. A mixed batch of straight run bantams was a gift a few years ago. It is a gift that keeps on giving. Marcy is unable to butcher chickens any more, thus the large amount of roosters. Every now and then she gives some away.

Marcy now has an even more mixed batch of offspring.
If a hen wants to set, she allows it.

When we ask which ones we need to butcher, she can not or will not choose.

They eat, they poop and they reproduce and Marcy is happy.

My pencil sketch on cardboard does not eat much.