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—Harry Potter
a mouse in the house
Black Water Hattie
Black Water Hattie lived back in the swamp where the strange green reptiles crawl.
Snakes hang thick from the cypress trees, like sausage on a smoke house wall.
Where the swamp is alive with a thousand eyes, and all of them watching you.
Stay off the track of Hattie’s shack, in the back of the Black Bayou.
From the song, Swamp Witch Hattie, by Jim Stafford
Little Hare and the Moon
The hare ran as fast as his legs would carry him. However, his pursuers were much faster, and it wasn’t long before they were almost upon him.
The hare thought fast. Just as they were about to grab him, he gave the ball of fire a hard kick with his hind legs, breaking it in two unequal parts. With a second kick, he sent the smaller part flying high into the air until it reached the heavens.
And there, it became the gentle Moon.
A Day With My Mother
Today I am out of school, so my mother is home from work.
I eat breakfast with my mother, get dressed and brush my teeth with my mother, wear my yellow rain boots, not at all like my mother. She scrunches her nose as we get in the car and drive to pick up my Nana. Nana is her mother.
#family #girlpower #diversity
Inktober 2016 ~ Raven
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted—nevermore
_Poe
Inktober 2016 ~ Raven
And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
_ Poe
Inktober 2016 ~ Raven
“Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!” I shrieked, upstarting—
“Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!—quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
_Poe