12. Glance Skyward

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Small (21.9" x 16.4")

$12.36
Jean Gregory  Evans

Franklin, North Carolina, United States

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Small 21.9" x 16.4"
Medium 31.2" x 23.4"
Large 44.2" x 33.2"
Note: Includes a 3/16" white border

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  • Hang your posters in dorms, bedrooms, offices, studios, or anywhere blank walls aren't welcome
  • Printed on 185 gsm semi gloss poster paper
  • Custom cut - refer to size chart for finished measurements
  • 0.19 inch / 0.5 cm white border to assist in framing

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© Jean Gregory Evans
Canon PowerShot SX20, Roxio Photosuite 10

This Is a Work of Fiction

12. After running for a long, long while, Lizawhite saw a shadowy darkness pass over her. It fell right on top of her as it glided from her left to her right. She swiftly stopped in her tracks and glanced to the sky. A big black bird of prey was overhead. Circling. Circling. And circling.

She dared not move even one muscle or she would be seen. She would be consumed. She would have the meat pulled right off her bones. Her red blood would be spilled upon the ground where tiny underground creatures would come out and clean it away. None of her family would ever know what had become of her.

Thereupon she understood what must have happened to the disappeared members of her flock, her family. Her sister, Lanawhite, had disappeared only last week, her brother the week before that. Almost instinctively her mind turned on the ancient magical chant from her chickhood. She thought it silently to herself:

Hold this pose, hold this pose, he’ll never see my nose.
He’ll never see my tail; he’ll never hear my tale.
If I’m still he will fail.
And I will prevail.

Hold this pose, hold this pose, he’ll never see I’m froze.
He’ll never see me bail; he’ll never hear me flail.
If I’m still, he will fail.
And I will prevail.

Hold this pose, hold this pose, he’ll never see my woes.
He’ll never see my trail; He’ll never hear me wail.
If I’m still, he will fail.
And I will prevail.

As she stiffly posed, camouflaged but exposed, the circling bird of prey moved his circling circle each time round ever so slightly farther to the West until his wings had disappeared from Lizawhite’s view. Whew! Finally she was able to blink. Finally she was able to think. She had to continue to hurry home!! Oh, she must journey home! Could she, would she make it home?

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