This is actually for the tenth day of Christmas, as I was out and unable to get to a computer. I have a drawing for today, the eleventh day, but I can't find the card reader for my camera so you'll be getting it late, I'm afraid. :\ Tomorrow.
Pollution - Accomplishment
The once crystalline-clear river is now a dull, murky brown, its viscous flow interrupted by the occasional styrofoam structure, oil puddle and car tyre.
A seagull flails, trying desperately to flap its wings, heavy with slick oil. Another bird chokes wildly, trying to cough up the plastic bag it has swallowed.
The setting sun’s light turns the grey sky blood-red. Plumes of smoke rise towards the sky, spelling out in wreathing smoke-letters the silent pain of the burning forest.
In a petrol station, a pale young man wipes his hands on his grimy, off-white overall, breathes in deeply, and smiles.
Pollution always brings out the purple prose in me. :X