Under winking stars
deer walk through the silent streets,
an owl hoots as she wings by
the raccoons having a party,
with fireflies pulsing their disco lights.
The moon is a smile in the sky,
she hums a lullaby
for families inside—now sleep.
This is a quadrille for dVerse. De Jackson (aka Whimsy Gizmo) has asked us to use some form of the word wink. I don’t think we’re going to see stars or moon tonight in NJ, but I hope we can go to sleep with some good news.