Night Whirl


Two black cats in the dark
Form shadows under the stars,
Sisters in orbit;
They swirl ’round this empty lot,
Golden eyes shooting sparks
On an otherwise quiet eve.
I hardly dare breathe
As they sketch themselves into being—
Coal-cut smudged shapes,
Question-mark tails—
Living art in this lifeless park.
My hands grow damp,
Sprouting butterfly wings.
I whirl them in the night wind;
I have no use for dreams.

©️2022 Paula Light and Light Motifs II. No unauthorized use permitted.

Written for the Sunday Whirl Wordle 564. Words are: damp stars sparks swirl sisters breathe empty sprouting shadows sketch orbit art.

11 responses to “Night Whirl

  1. Fantastic! You brought fantasy and whimsy into another world of even deeper imaginig, Paula.

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  2. Beautiful! 🦋💙

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