Gone is the bird song
For now it is the bat's turn
Those opposite teams
The day's color fades
As now sun shifts out of sight
White light flees the scene
So hope is now gone
As the bullies of the night
Bring fear to our minds
How they chop and change
Sickness now takes up its post
And death lurks waiting
What model of life!
Sun's kiss in the bright morning
Whose idea is this?
I laugh at night's threat
For then I kiss my love's lips
And touch her soft skin
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Oldegg, your post could be on the flip side to my coin or post or whatever today! Totally opposite! But good.
ReplyDeletehope flickers in the darkness via love, blind sensuality, and trust. Randy
ReplyDeleteHold onto those birds and rebel against the darkness as always Old Egg - you shine for all of us
ReplyDeleteMayest the night-watchman be thy mundbora 'til sparrow's farte.
ReplyDeleteYou keep lighting up that night, Robin!
ReplyDeleteA very neatly-done and pithy set of haikus for the Wordle,
ReplyDeleteWith love on our side, we can laugh at any threat. (I have to keep reminding myself of this truth in the aftermath of the recent U.S. presidential election.)
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