As a blazing sun descended, a crescent moon waited to emerge. An evening mist spread over the rainbow leaves.
Black Squirrel made a rapid assessment of the perimeter before retiring in his acorn filled nest. Staring at a hidden camera, Squirrel thought, Get a life, why dontcha? He scampered up to his beloved hoard.
Black Crow landed in the old oak, just above Squirrel’s home. He cawed to Squirrel, “You up for some Texas Holdem tonight, Billy?”
To which Billy chattered, “You betcha, Timmy. Your place or mine?”
|A Winning Hand|
Again, many many thanks to Delores at Under the Porch Light, whose words, wit, evil (vociferous?) and tricky mind, photos, and just downright clever personality never cease to amaze me. Her site contains some amazing answers to this week's challenge. Enjoy!