Coffee Shop Drawing

Malcy's Mistake

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The nesting chook amongst the hay,

Shut inside on a sultry day,

Dreams of claws and scaly armour,

And of eating Andy Todd the farmer.

A set of teeth replaced her beak,

Her talons glistened, sharp and sleek,

And mammals fell beneath her claws,

And squeaked their last between her jaws.
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September Foreigners' Market

It was too hot, so all the trees, the stalls, and the other people melted as I was drawing them.

By the end we were floating in white space, just us and the sun, which was weird.

Also, there was no shade.