Thunder arrives and night descends
as the rain begins to fall.
Drumming upon infinite leaves
with a rhythm like a song.
Little birds safely abed
inside vine covered walls.
Seeking refuge; they dream content
heads tucked beneath their wings.
Author notes
Rain, vines, night. word count 39.
A contest entry
- PIF - three of my favorite things by tara wilson.
1200 points, ended May 22, 2008, 14 entries
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"Little birds safely abed
inside vine covered walls."
I love this imagery...a beautiful little poem
Thanks so much for entering my contest..



