Woodchucks

Ten minutes later I dropped the mother. She
flipflopped in the air and fell, her needle teeth
still hooked in a leaf of early Swiss chard.
_{~ "Woodchucks" by Maxine Kumin}

[link] for full poem : D
It's a lovely poem about the Holocaust, which I didn't realize until we discussed it in class *is poetry-retarded* OTL

Ekphrastic art project for English.
Yes! An art project for English-- and it's even extra credit, which I desperately need right now =w=

Oh ho~
But I got lazy and decided to try out cross-hatching instead of going full out.
And this is as good as it's gonna get ^________________^

And yes. That green stuff is supposed to be Swiss chard >w>;; *cough*



Edit: Oh, and look-- Minimal smudging : DDD