Writing Prompt

Formed from the ashes and dust of stars mating in a distant space, you came to be in your own time, in your own way, and you danced your dance and acted out your scene in the play. And as I look at what still exists today, I know none of it would be the same without your face, without your hands being laid. And it’s beautiful and it’s tragic in oh so many ways. How I’m grateful that you came, grat...

I love my cats

I love them so

I love them like a hug

On sad days

They are there for me and when I’m sad their there

They cuddle and meow

They are my best friends

They are young and old

But it’s what is inside that counts

14 weeks old and almost 3

But I love them both equally...

Fluffy and brown

Giant, with four feet on the ground

Two huge tusks

Curly hair atop their head

Steps that boom loud enough to wake the dead

(its so bad but i need to keep my streak)...

oh thou most extinct one

the sun pales next to you

lush dwellings that leave me

green with envy

droplets of rain on your back

glisten like precious jewels

grace me with your presence

when I visit your home

oh thou most extinct one

...

It swished through the deep like a giant blade

Jaws agape and it’s teeth razor sharp

Grey and dark and always hungry

The water closed behind her

But food runs so short

Hungry again

She dives deep

All dark

Gone...

The gunshot rings out

I fall

Everything hurts

And I can’t do anything

I’m stuck

Frozen in this moment

Physical pain

The gunshot rings out

I fall before it even hits me

My mind is a bruised battlefield

Filled with guilt

Knowing that if i fall

There will be no one left

Mental pain

The gunshot rings out

I fall down

I was the last one

When i take my final breath

We will be extinct

I cry out

Pain

...

Lost my draft. This is a placeholder....

The creatures are gone...

You are gone

Did nothing wrong

Live so very long

Chaos the throng

So many years

Living without fear

Dominating you lear

Quietly you hear...

Flying by / north to south / east to west

Stealing food / drinking water / passing by

Orange underbelly / dark grey body / flying peacefully

Shots fires / 3 to 5 / billion

$1,500 lost / from countless numbers / infinite multitudes

The last one alive / Martha / died tragically

1 p.m / 1 September / 1914 / age 29

At the Cincinatti Zoological Garden...