In response to Eugi’s weekly prompt, “Cosmos“:
The fence hums, the frogs sing
and across the hills
an owl calls for company –
and is answered.
My breath merges with the wind
softly stirring the leaves,
and my feet provide a back-beat
as I climb the hill –
to where the milk in the sky flows,
a bright river above me,
pulling me upwards,
to drown in its silent symphony.