Gardner’s Delight

Mistress Mary,

Quite contrary,

How does your garden grow?

With silver bells.

And Cockle Shells.

With Pretty Maids in a row.

That my kind sir

is how my garden does grow.

Reaver

Avenger

no one really knows

the role I play

the role I take;

my garden

well tended

blooms with wildflowers,

nightshade,

all that is good

and bad

in between.

We have been playing

game of cat and mouse

I lead,

you follow

soon dear

I shall reap.

Eyes shot through

hands tremor

saliva burned into the corner of your lip

bulbous nose

veined

whisky ridden

oily grey hair

sit

waiting

watching

no longer sure

how I will enter.

Slithering behind

last you heard

the

sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss

as my blade cleared its sheath

stabbing you straight through the eye

as you turned

and tried to fire.

Mistress Mary

Quite Contrary

How does your garden grow?

Will silver bells.

And cockle shells.

And all those dead men

set in a row.

©Nov. 8/22

Picture via Pinterest

https://hellhorror.com/vampires/vampire-folklore/

Loki The Dinosaur Killer

A couple of weeks back T spotted a growing dinosaur and asked if he could have it. I laughed and said sure. When we got home he put it into water and left it for the weekend. On Sunday he pulled it out and was so proud.

Then last week while he was at his dad’s I came home and discovered the dinosaur under my bed. Thought it was strange but figured it had been getting to know the new home turf.

I grabbed him and put him on the end table next to me.

I was playing on the phone when Loki chirped and looked at me with a crazed look in his eye. I raised my eyebrow as he darted up next to me but thankfully the mouthful of teeth were not for me but the dinosaur!

Loki grabbed him off the table and took off with it back to my bedroom and under the bed.

Tuesday morning I scooped up the dinosaur and realized something was wrong. His horn was hanging on by a thread. His tail had been sheared off. He could no longer stand and his nose had been nibbled on. Laughing I showed it to T who was horrified.

We put the dinosaur down and left for work and school.

Fast forward to last night (Wed) when I got home. The dinosaur is laying on my yoga mat and as I am going to do work out I need to move him. Well when I picked him up his head flopped over. Although not completely removed it too was hanging on by a thread.

Laughing it I showed it to T who bemoaned the fact that Loki had killed his dinosaur. Loki is laying on the floor in pounce position eyes darting between me and T.

T decided on a bit of revenge and chased Loki with the head in one hand and the body in the other.

Am still trying to work out who is the more traumatized; T or Loki.

The poor little guy. Here the tail is gone. His nose. His claws?

As you can see Loki was making sure that the dino did not run from him.

Up close view of the destruction of the back feet.

I apologize for not getting a picture of the now headless dinosaur.

April 14/22