Written for: Sunday Muse #109

Scarlet roses interlaced swirls
of blonde hair, a contrast
to her pale, fair face. In plucking
her flowers, thorns pierced her fingers,
prickling them with beads of blood
and grime. Her snow-hued sister chose
white roses for her raven hair.
Though less thorny, they pinched
her sensitive skin. And so the sisters
sought solace in the red-furred fox,
stroking his thick coat, cuddling.
Long, sharp claws protruded
from his paws but the sisters knew
he would never harm them.
Aw, i especially love the ending.
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Thanks, Sherry!
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A sweet and poetic tale! Love this Sara!
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Thanks, Carrie!
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A warm and cozy rendering!
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Thanks, wyndolynne!
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Er…fox?
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Well, Helen says it is a bear. I can accept that.
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Lovely! I love the protective message in those sharp claws.
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Thanks, Vivian!
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😊
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Love the contrast between sisters, Sara … (think that might be a bear,LOL)
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Thanks, Helen! I did not realize it was a bear, but that works just as well.
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Wanted to say how much I enjoy you …….
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Nice!
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Thanks, q!
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Love the message and imagery. Very eloquent and beautifully expressed! We all need protection from those thorns hidden among the softest of petals! 💖
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Thanks, Mother W! We all need an animal protector.
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How special to feel so protected by such a fierce friend. Good write.
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Thanks, Bev!
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Beautiful…Yes, I love how the claws are protective.
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Thanks, Susie!
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Happy they knew he wouldn’t hurt them!
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Animals know kindred spirits.
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Now all three new blood sisters. Our kids know this well, [‘m thinking you run into this practice in your area?
A lovely poem, Sara. Thank you for the heads up. This has been a really nice prompt for us to write.
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Thanks, Jim. I do remember childhood blood brothers and sisters.
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