Daily Prompt:  Generation

 

 

The secret to the

generation of

(at least temporary)

contentment:

 

competing mockingbirds,

one a neighborhood street over,

one across from me,

their repertoire comparison in full fledge;

a deepest dark blue post-twilight sky

with brightness just west

and a few lightpoint stars overhead;

while crickets strum the file

and a lazyslow plane with tandem wing lights

buzzes high and summer in the darkening sky,

and a slight cool breeze plays my face

as I porch-perch until the cookie timer buzzes inside.

 

 

For the month of May, I will be posting something daily, namely some kind of respond to The Daily Post’s daily prompt or some other prompt, unless a poem or post visits me of its own accord, unbidden and welcomed.