The Rift of the Hippogriff



Her daddy was a griffin
……………………grifter,
her mama
a fragile filly fragment
…………………………………of a girl. Flying’s always
come easy. She makes
,,,,,…………………………………..her way
through feathered days;
takes her coffee black as a murder
……………………..of crows.

 

..
prompted by Quickly.

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5 Responses to The Rift of the Hippogriff

  1. Oh, I did enjoy that! I will long remember your final simile!

  2. Shimmer says:

    Oh my goodness. This is DEFINITELY on my top-ten list. I adore this!

    A griffin grifter? Are you serious with this brilliance?! And yes, I’m pretty sure he was.

  3. Love the contrasts of creature you build, De.

  4. julespaige says:

    Always feel so bad for the crows…
    I played this prompt to, but in a completely different direction 🙂

  5. This is fabulous! I love the spacing of your words. And the ending is perfect!

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