Flash Poetry: Whipped Cream

The house is quiet
Night wraps itself around me
A familiar quilt

These days stretch out long
Like a cat in cool green grass
Hummingbirds flutter

My eyelids grow thick
Too heavy to stay open
I dream of whipped cream

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  1. Hmmm. Whipped cream. Sounds divine. Nice poem.

    1. Thanks, Tess. Glad you got some answers on your SPAM!

  2. applenpear's avatar buddhafulkat says:

    Wonderful feeling – like a sweet dream.

    1. Ah, I like that! Thanks so much.

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