
The night elves, they sing
humming under starry skies
Their sweet, calm voices
shifted to a deep murmur
I heard they’re calling my name
© P. Bunnykins
The night elves, they sing
humming under starry skies
Their sweet, calm voices
shifted to a deep murmur
I heard they’re calling my name
© P. Bunnykins
Every time I look outside my window at night
I’m always in awe of such a magical sight
of beautiful geese flying in the moonlight
and night flowers blooming calmly in sweet delight
The fascinating feeling doesn’t end there
for when the moonbeam starts to glitter in my hair
I would hear nostalgic music in my ear
making me dream and float in the air
It makes me travel far away
that I would be gone for more than a day
or maybe I could had long slept
but please, don’t wake me up just yet
© P. Bunnykins
Poetry Day Six: Enjambment