Sunday, October 13, 2013

At The End Of The Chase - A Magpie Tale

Photo by Scavengercat808

Offered by Tess as a writing prompt for The Mag:Mag 190.
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At The End Of The Chase

A dozen of us
on your trail, would not back off.
At the end you treed.
We howled and circled
below you, calling the men
to us and to you,
though we would have been
fine had you broken branches
and fallen among
our hungry pink maws.
We would have painted the world
a despair of blood
red. But no, you had
to hang on. For now they leave
one hard bull on guard.

‎October ‎13, ‎2013 8:13 AM

So what happened to the rest of the pack? They set down to tables rather like this.

That is all of them but me. I'm a poet and a bit of a hermit, you see, not a poker player.


  1. Marvelously clever response to the prompt.

  2. Great additional illustration to a clever poem! LOL :)

  3. the poker players too...

  4. life is sometimes funnier than one can imagine....

  5. Thank you all for your comments. I do enjoy spinning these Magpie Tales.

  6. Brilliant!
    'We would have painted the world
    a despair of blood
    Yummy words!
    Anna :o]

  7. a poet! ha. And the bull will do what is expected - they are faithful that way (unless food is involved :)

  8. Thank you all. Hmmm. I wonder what is funny about the idea of a bard dog? If you prick him, does he not bleed? Does he not love and commit to that love? Does he not have an artistic heart?


The chicken crossed the road. That's poultry in motion.

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