Traci Ashbe Dark Fantasy Author

all day long the thrushes sing

and in the night the owls

play ghost with one another

among the swaying trees

beneath the cold stars winking

their feathery tremolo rolls

and bright-eyed mice count frightened

heartbeats hard as sunflower seeds

among damp night stalks trembling

foxes walk and badgers growl

while I listen to the moonlight-

darkened voices of the wild

breathe the musky scent of tree bark

and the rolling dewy grasses

where they walk and we would follow

ghosts all in the dusky night

A poem I wrote today and have finished up for the dverse prompt.