Poets United prompt #107 is Sound...I hope you can hear my poem. I fear the scent might be stronger than the sound!
Midnight Buffet
Long shadows lurk
in the garden at midnight
a feast for the day
a buzz of aloof energy
waits in the dark corners
to celebrate
owls swooping n' whooooting
tales of their favorite hunt
crickets chirp the day's gossip
toads croak their love songs
the dancing wings of wild detectives
search for their midnight snack
they sip the delicacies of moonlit nectar
the gossamer wings of day have nestled in
flossy, silky blankets
they hum among their hushed cousins
tranquil beauties surrender to the Lunar glow
the perfumed night is revived by an early morning shower
slosh n' splattered leaves drink remaining
liquid jewels
beetles n' bugs splash and play in their
favorite pool:
a puddle of mud
recycled run off floats n' cascades
into the compost garden
Preying Mantis swoons n' opens wide
bog wood's moldy musk is vile and attracts
other guests to visit their vacant hotel
a feast of mushrooms is on display
for the party
all are invited to the
midnight buffet~
We are under a severe storm advisory! I will be back to comment and make the rounds~
Comments
Fun poem, Ella. You let your sense of humor shine.
Elizabeth
stunning!
♥
What a fabulous look at mother nature in the darkness, by moonlight. :)