A Question -- a Piece of Prose for dVerse Prosery and for NaPoWriMo Day Nine

["Fu Bao in quarantine ", In China, born in 2020, 

Panda Bear just came from lease at South Korea]

            

                    Bears Checking Out 

    I was asked the other day a question about the stars, "What does it matter that the stars we see are already dead?" I was stumped and of course I put it to rest along with seems a zillion rhetorical questions I have been asked. "I dunno."  

  

    When I got home I went to old trusty fellow, Mr. Bing whose helper is Ms. AI. They know a lot, trivia and otherwise. Well, he scratched his head calling a friend. Those two knew, he wanted to make sure.

    Bing's retort, “No matter how you look at it, the idea that all, or even most, or even a lot, of the stars you can see in the sky are already dead is simply wrong. It sounds true, and kinda sorta fits with things you might think you know, but in the end the facts will win.”* 

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 - * Note: found when asked the question in paragraph one, Bing (substitue for Google) answer word for word.  (URL)

 - Writing Copyright, Jimmiehov 2024, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with Dora at dVerse Prosery at 

    https://dversepoets.com/2024/04/08/prosery-amy-woolard/ 

 - Dora's instructions Write a piece of prose (not poetry) of no more than 144 words that includes what is the question asked in my first paragraph here.

 - Click here to read others' works with the prompt

 - I am also linked with NaPoWriMo Day Nine at 

     https://www.napowrimo.net/day-nine-10/

 - NaPoWriMo to choose a Day is here, https://www.napowrimo.net/ 

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Telling words ~~ a Poem for the Friday Writings

Our Outhouse

Too bad the tree fell on it. Of course no one was 

inside, just a whole lot of memories left there waiting.

Dad made this two holer, you can buy a brand new 

one in kit form for around $449.00. Go here

The light and the dark 

I've seen London and I've seen France 

I like sunshine and hate the dark 

Lamp lights okay, nightlights to sleep 

Am I afraid, fearing the dark 

Superstitious? That I am not 

Under ladders, there I won't walk 

Nor let black cats to cross my path 

For them I'll dodge, go other way 

It all started when I was small 

Outhouse was back, back in the grove 

Twas back behind--Mom's chicken house 

When it was dark--Sister's along 

All that to say "I hate the dark"

I'm still that way, flashlights do help 

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 - Photo and Poem Copywrite, Jimmiehov 2009 (out house photo, [click here]) and 2023, All Rights Reserved  

 - I'm linked with Rosemary for the Prompt phrase at the Friday Writings #69 at  

    https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/ 

Notes: 

 - Rosemary has invited us to write about “darkness and light.”

 - The photo is of our outhouse toilet when I was growing up on the farm.  A tree has fallen on it now.  You can buy a brand new one in kit form for around $449.00. Go here

 - For more of my outhouse stories, click here. 

 - Although I say that I'm not superstitious, when I was teaching, I numbered my tests and mixed the questions differently for odd/even rows.  I also numbered each question pamphlet; I would exchange number 13 for number 43.  My students didn't know that had occurred, therefore if by chance that student was concerned, he/she would not worry about having number thirteen.  

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