turnip

i float through the air…
on a giant dinosaur…
the wind blows me forward…
so through the skies i soar…
with fan at the back…
and adventure in my front…
i look forward to excitement…
as doggy makes a grunt…

 

“go forth, my men!

steel your hearts. arouse your spirits.

for the time is come. to take back the land that was once ours.

we have lost much food. but today, we will reclaim our harvest.

to war, my men!

steel your hearts. arouse your spirits

for today, we go to battle with the cat tribe…”

Mr. Raven is on his way to work. He looks super tired. One cup of coffee won’t be enough for him.

the rain. it’s cold. my coat protects me from the wet. but does not keep me warm.
cold. i tighten the knot. around my neck. bringing the coat closer. tighter.
warmth. i hope to reach home soon. but at the same time i don’t.
walking in the rain is fun…
little fishy coat agrees!

waiting, waiting, waiting,
for my food to finally be done.
one eye watches the pot,
and another watches the sun.
the dial inches closer,
it’s almost time to feast!
but so engrossed in my novel,
i don’t feel hungry in the least…

I’ve heard of Inktober for quite some years, but I’ve never tried once. This year I decided to attend the challenge. It’s a great way to improve drawing skills.