(The Truth of it)
Finds his rest where day winks glistened beams
robin rocks intoxicating slumber
mischief grin eternal though hushed in dreams.
An eye naught misses, hears from narrow squint
rustling feet tells mister quits there,
blinks his sleepy eye,
journeys to another place.
11 Replies to “Friendship (The Truth of it)”
Loved it! There appears to be a gentleness in your word choice. Nice one!
Thank you for reading. . . and enjoying.
Was that a red, red robin a bob-bob-bobbin’ along? 🙂
Such a lovely poem of nature, life and day winking.
Thank you for reading my poem.
lovely…i had a sense of afternoon day dreams…a lulled moment
Love the images your words paint, especially that first line.
Thank you for reading my poem and for leaving your kind comments.
I like the winking day and the intoxicating slumber! And, yes, this is whimsical, fun.
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Wonderful word play, really liked “intoxicating slumber” very nice!