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My beauty is beyond compare.  Thick black fur covering me from nose to paws, protecting me from the cold winters.  I have brown eyes that could use glasses for distance, but excellent closeup vision.  My large ears are also covered with fur, but I can hear a footfall a mile away.  My hearing is one of my best assets for my safety. 

 I left my mother at the age of 18 months, but have survived easily.  The forest is full of berries, nuts, and other vegetation that is quite sufficient.  For a special treat, I enjoy catching salmon in the freezing water.  The cold doesn’t bother me with my luxurious fur coat.  I am quite adept at catching fish because of my long sharp claws.  The salmon are easy, because they offer themselves up at a certain time of year.  Sadly for them, spawning season is, I imagine, both delightful and dangerous.  We bears are grateful for their sacrifice. 

I’m also a good swimmer, buoyancy of the waters making me very agile and quick.  On land I can run fast as long as I’m not carrying the extra weight of hibernation.  I’ve even heard some of my family accomplish a speed of thirty miles per hour.  However, that top speed will not be maintained for a complete hour.  My sense of smell is outstanding.  In fact I will probably smell you before I see you.

If you come upon me and my friends, I will know it.  As long as you back up slowly, I have no reason to think you are a threat.  However, if you turn and run, chances are I will be faster than you and I might be hungry.  So be warned, and smart.  If you see fresh bear scat where you’re trekking, remove yourself from the area immediately; walk don’t run.  It’s  likely I’m already watching you to judge your presence as friendly, or threatening.  If my cubs are near, don’t stop to take pictures or ooh and ahh.  I am a very protective parent, just like you.

Prompt #2081 First Line of the Week – Michael Snyder

 It is a sad note

And not so remote

As we probably wish it would be.

Two people in love

Blessed from above

As some might not wish it to be 

A person’s gender

Does not render

Them incapable of being true to Thee

In fact through life’s

Incredible strife

These couples prove faithfully

Love is love, I lament

It’s such a simple statement

But some say it shouldn’t be

I think they’re wrong

Will sing my song

For justice and humanity.

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I stand in a field of peers

Receive curiosity leers

I have arms that are full of prickles

And a hue reminiscent of pickles.

I’m never alone

And often shown

‘Cause I look like I’m leading cheers.

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My earliest memory is being a three year old placed in a car and holding a mirror. I think it might have been a small cabinet mirror, as in a bathroom medicine cabinet. I took this job seriously and it arrived at our new home unscathed. I think this began the idea of being responsible.

I’ve been told of a visit by the local minister when I supposedly brought in my little pee pot and dumped it on the furnace grate. This is an ever popular reminder of what a little dickens I was. I don’t remember this myself, but my sister delights in embarrassing me with this story. I guess now we all know, so those moments should cease.

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Maybe intergalactic travel is what I need

Problems answered, that’s what I see

Put me in that rocket please

Take me off with great speed

This world just isn’t for me

Not working, as far as I can see

Love far away across the seas

So I’m asking for a reprieve

SpaceX, hurry, let us leave 

To live in another galaxy

Then the two of us could be free.

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS May 6/17

He wore Asian suits

And Italian boots

Handmade hats

Fancy cravats

It was impressing 

His style of dressing

Clothes he would choose

Offered a ruse

A seduction of sorts

To hide his warts

For under the sheen

His skin was green

‘Cause a pond lifestyle

Made the women rile.

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They pulled the boat up near the rocks and secured the line.  Not being discovered yet, the bumbling pair’s confidence grew.  It was just a short sprint up the shoreline to the cave, at least according to the legend.  There were no lights in the tower so the chance they’d be found out was slim.  

The two middle aged scoundrels were down on their luck, through every fault of their own.  Drinking and gambling their meager wages resulted in them barely able to keep their room at the Inn.  The Innkeeper was an old friend and let them stay as long they helped around with the cleaning up each night.  These evenings proffered an opportunity to listen to conversations that might have been more secretly expressed if the two men weren’t observed as regular furniture at the Inn.

It was just such a conversation that led the two on this night of adventure.  While mopping up the night’s spilled liquid libations, one of them overheard the tale. “It’s true, matey, the gold is there!”  The old man went on to explain the legend of a bag of gold bullion hidden in the cave near the obelisk. He also explained the reason it had not been retrieved after all these years was because of a ghost in the tower. “Any scallywag who ventured into the cave never came out!” His companion shook his head in disbelief.  “I’m telling the truth, matey!”

That’s all the mopper had to hear.  He could hardly wait to meet his friend and tell him the story.  They made no real plan, but decided to go the next evening.  As the sun set on the sea, they pulled into the shore and tied up their boat.  They saw no lights, so chuckled to each other about the ghost.  A few yards in, they spotted a dark entrance into what they assumed was the cave the old man told about.  They cautiously entered the cave and lit the lantern they were going to use to guide the boat home.

Deep into the cave they finally spied the treasure.  They looked at each other gleefully and danced a short jig.  Falling on their knees to open the bag, they failed to notice the skeletons laying about.  The air’s chill deepened as another presence joined them.  A quick swish was heard and one of the two men’s heads rolled across the cave floor.  Before the second of the pair could realize what happened, he was also relieved of his head.

The spirit replaced the bag of gold bullion where the two intruders found it, cleaned his sword on the scoundrels’ clothes and walked out.  To this day, the bag of gold has not been taken from the cave.  Legend has it the very first person to try to possess the bullion now protects it.  These days it’s not referred to as a cursed bag of gold, only a pirate legend.   

Thursday photo prompt – Obelisk #writephoto

It was covering every inch of the sky, red clouds? she queried. A sunset gone awry, yes that was it, a huge sunset like she’d never seen before.

Amazing the tower was still standing after such a blast. No tall trees were left, just scrubbrush. She was alone, but surrounded by it, an increasing deafening roar. She wondered how long she could stand it.

Skin on her arms started to prickle. They were reddening and burning. She felt her face start to burn, as the skin she touched fell. “At least this won’t take long,” thinking, “I can’t even cry.”

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I’m not a person who panics. I’m usually calm when needed. I came close when my kids were little and we drove up the road to the top of Mount Evans in Colorado. I don’t know what its like there at the present time, but forty years ago, it was a plain road and at the summit, a small structure, not inhabited. It was a tourist spot because of the view, but there were no railings or fences to prevent you from stepping off.

It was a ways from our home so the kids were anxious to leave the car. As soon as we stopped, they leaped out of the car and scrambled to a rocky peak. I couldn’t move fast enough it seemed, to grab them. When I did, I was shocked to see we were literally on the edge of a huge precipice. If they had taken another step, or tripped, or lost their balance, they would have been gone.

The picture above shows what it looks like today.  That tiny building in the middle of the rocks is what was there when we visited.  The larger structure and observatory weren’t there.

That’s when I think, someone is watching over us.  

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