(PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll )
The aviary looked was a sight to behold. Against the twilight, the rubicund and squat flowers stood upright in a dignified manner. The horn bills and pelicans had gone stuttering in search of scraps of food. However the beauty merely flattered to deceive. The Environmental Protection Agency had a new set of masters who were enslaved to capitalism. Employing the words ‘Global Warming’ and ‘Climate Change’ was downright a sacrilege. Funds for preserving and protecting the environment were diverted to the more glitzy spheres of entertainment and energy. If climate was a pariah then coal was king.
Screw them Hornbills!
(Word Count: 100)
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