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,
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.