An eerie silence fills the graveyard as the fog slithers in, smothering all in its path.
On a twisted branch, a raven waits.
Juliet wakens as Romeo draws the last few breaths of life.
Desperately she nudges his rigid, pain-wracked body.
With her heart breaking, she watches as the soul is sucked from his eyes.
He is still.
"O Romeo, my love, whatever shall I do?" she whispers.
Suddenly, she remembers...Peter.
"O Peter, Peter! Where art thou Peter Rabbit?"
With a flick of her tail she hops off in search of love's sweet fruit.
The raven swoops...
5 comments:
hmm .. NZ Whites in the land of Ravens ! She didn't grieve long did she ?!
NZ Whites originated in Mexico.
And of course, Mexico is a land of Ravens.
There completes your lesson for today, young man. :j
Hehehe - I remember this one. Such a hoot (whoops - that's an owl), so unexpected. Poor old Romeo.
Shows how a writer can take advantage of people's assumptions/expectations and play on that.
Love the pansy pic :-)
Never assume Jane .. or anyone else caring to read these pearls of wisdom. ... Or you will make an ASS out of U and ME .. :o0>
Another good one. I'm catching up on your blog before I go to sleepy sleep.
I forgot to tell you that the other night I had a dream that zombies were trying to get me. My first ever zombie dream.
They didn't get me though.
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