Reverie

 Weekly Writing Prompt #292 from

http://sundayswhirligig.blogspot.com/2020/11/whirligig-292.html

Prompt words in red.  

 

The longer I lay

listening to the butterflies sing,

the easier I heard them

in their hidden nest

among the blue corn stalks.

 

The sunny light of day

slid into tender twilight.

I wondered if I sank into sleep

while the stars were still specks?

I reflected,

do butterflies only sing while hidden?

 

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