Armed & Headless
Wiggly across the night lit walls
“We are not silent,” they say
Their dark rustle keeps
creepers and peepers and buzzers away
Snuggle in.
Close your eyes.
Let the giants send you safe away
to dance in shade & day lights
Resting your back
into their sling-shot arms;
into their sling-shot arms;
they catch the peach juice
dripping down your chin
*Thanks to JB for the prompt. He said the trees at night to Transformers without heads.
What do the trees turn into at night for you?
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