Written for: The Sunday Muse #124 (posted by Carrie)
Don't know how I got up
here. The den was partying,
celebrating the birth
of a new cub. I am not
much of a drinker, dulls
my senses. I remember
ordering one glass
of blood wine, and then . . .
nothing. Someone slipped
something menacing
into my drink. My mane
is dripping with sweat,
and I have a roar of
a headache. The joker
had better own up
to his deed. I need
to get off this tree.
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This is one of a defferent breed for you, Sara. I like it but it is so very graphic of a dilema that most of us don’t want to talk about.
I ONCE was up your tree, mabe twice. Once I got down by driving with my head out the car window so I could follow the white line driving home. The other I was rescued by my girlfriend and her brother and another one or two putting me in the shower, cold. I was probably 20 years old. Never again.
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Agreed!
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Poor guy! Hope he gets down safely.
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Well, even a lion can use help.
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Ha! Too much partying was more than the king of the jungle could handle! Fun write.
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Thanks, Bev!
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LOL nice one Sara
Stay Safe
Much💝love
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Thanks, Gillena!
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“Roar of a headache” love it! This is wonderful Sara! A clever and creative take on the image!!
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Thanks so much, Carrie!
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Bwahahahaha! I just adore this. In one poem, you’ve made think of Klingon wine, took me to the jungle, and reminded me that alcohol can leave even the best of us in a foolish spot. 😀
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Thanks, Magaly. I had fun with this one.
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Made me smile Sara… 🙂
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I’m glad!
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Love this, Sarah … reminiscent of a few headaches back in the day.
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Thanks, Helen. I’m starting to use, “back in the day” a great deal lately.
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LOL! For sure. Can we all get down from this tree? Whose idea of a joke was this anyway?
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Ah, that’s the mystery. Thanks, q!
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His perch does look precarious. Good one, Sara.
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Thanks, Sherry!
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