The prompt for the last day of the September Heights 30 Day Challenge is crooked, which reminded me of a nursery rhyme.
Where’s the crooked man?
The crooked house is empty,
Even the cat’s gone.
My storyteller
Nurse, teacher, protector
Much missed role-model.
Pillow your weary head
In my lap and we’ll soothe
Your worries away.
Set your sights high. With
Hard work and determination
You will win your gold.
Sprinkled or pinched the
Unnoticed granules are
Silent assassins.
Running free, climbing
High. Hooray! No school today!
Race you to the Den.
Pause and reflect then
Harness inner energies
And try once again.
Holmes. Marple. Poirot.
All of them are searching for
The elusive clue.
The seventh day is
A day of contradictions
Work. Play. Peace. Mayhem.
Raven and sable
Dance across a pristine sheet
weaving cipher trails.
The Syllabub Sea 