Through a tick of the clock
I carry a sac of boredom through the night
I take steps to seek a convo with the stars
But the moon has fallen earlier than
I whistle fears into the atmosphere
And feast on the chatters of night birds and fireflies
It’s a no fear zone
When the moon falls at night
It’s a fear zone
When the sun falls at night
Just loved the poem, the flow, especially the 2nd stanza and the ending. Thank you so much for a lovely write.
Thanks you love it. Your’e welcome, Vijaya.
Love the unexpected images, dragging a sac, feast on the chatters of night birds and fireflies!