Day Ninety-One: No Picture Today

It's fast approaching 12 a.m.
And yet no picture snapped!
The camera waits with bated breath
The lenses still are capped.

With frantic eyes he looks around
His pulse begins to quicken.
Only fifteen minutes now
He needs to start a'clickin'.

The pressure mounts as seconds pass
His hands begin to quiver.
He promised all a pic a day
And now he must deliver.

"There's nothing, nothing, NOTHING!
No pictures LEFT!" he said.
"Easy, now," he calms himself,
"No need to lose your head."

He takes another look around
To find his inspiration.
Nothing. On his face there forms
A look of consternation.

"Ten minutes left," the clock ticks out
"Now nine..." it tocks, it ticks.
He watches as time disappears
"Now eight, now seven...six!"

"How could this be?" he cries at last,
"How will my blog survive?
I had fourteen hundred minutes -
Now there's less than five!"

Three minutes now, the clock ticks on
Why won't the time just stop?
He runs around in frenzy
He's about to blow his top!

No picture, no, no picture!
Only seconds left to go!
He could snap one after midnight...
No one else would know...

No! The guilt alone would be
Enough to do him in.
He dare not post a picture
To immortalize the sin.

The pressure builds as seconds pass
He needs some kind of sign.
He glances at the wall again:
ELEVEN FIFTY-NINE!

"I'll never get a picture, now!
My name's as good as mud!"
Then all the sudden there's a PLOP!
Soon followed by a THUD!!

"Now you've really done it!"
A voice outside his body said.
"I warned you it would happen...
Now you've gone and lost your head!"

"Mom always warned you'd lose it
If it wasn't screwed on tight.
You thought that she was kidding -
But it turned out she was right!"

"But wait," he thinks, his head in hand
"What better chance to take
A photograph for all to see -
I've caught my lucky break!"

And now he holds his head up high
As final seconds tick....
Now six, now five, now four, now three,
Now two, now one,

now.....click!