Party Favors
by Harmony Hodges
She always wore gloves
while inserting feathers
into styrofoam bodies of birds.
Donning a mask
of iridescent sheen
and a devilish grin
she began.
One feather
two feathers
she whistled a tune
‘til a thwack at the door
made her stop in mid plume.
“Poe! Poe!”
cried impatient crows,
Bo, Moe, and Joe.
Ebony sheer, nothing to fear
completed bodies
legs, beaks intact,
packages of styrofoam
all had been cracked.
Then a licorice whip wine
in a marmalade sky
signaled now,
finally was time.
So she opened the door
to a thunderous clap
and cheers from a
murder of crows.
With her creations in tow
her peacock skirt flowing,
she loaded her wares
in the chariot snug.
Black lightning cracked
anticipation roared
nervous chitter chatter
gloves thrown overboard.
Writers Bio
I live in Portland Oregon. I love to write or do crafts while watching the crows at my birdbath.
Inspirational Image

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