“The Whispers are coming!
The Whispers are coming!”
The turtle told the toad
.
“The Whispers are coming!
The Whispers are coming!
They’re flying up the road!”
.
The Whispers (or Wisps)
Adrift in the sky
The fluff of some lions
So dandy and spry
.
Abounding and sounding
Like silence with wings
Or moon on a still night
Surrounded by rings
.
Their dresses, like starbursts
So white and pristine
Strutting their beauty
They soar and careen
.
Sweet fairies of wishes
When given the chance
They thrill lads and misses
With their spritely dance
.
Late-spring and in summer
When hummers join in
Those hummers, like strummers
Make music for them
.
In the Order of Fairies
They’re low on the list
Glad life never varies
For they would be missed
.
Those Whispers
Those Whispers
Those wishes
Those Wisps
.
01-12-16 . t.r. cardinet (c)

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