I wanted to finish this and upload it today
because I will be away for a few days...
entry # 44 in The 50 Fantasy Creatures Challenge!
Every year the autumn clouds drained the last
whiffs of the monsoons, breaking over the spine
of the mountains, gusted from the gulf
by gales from beyond the straits.
But the clouds brought not only the rain,
but also despair in their hordes and black wings.
The village reaped its harvest off the land,
while the Harpies harvested off the village
Boracay, here I come!!!
wana see another kind of harpy?