The long dim shadows,
Of surrounding trees,
The hooting sound of an owl,
With enchanting whispers of the breeze,...
Life wants to read it's freedom speech,
Wants no more a captive beach,
Freedom is the perfect complement
to a cup of coffee,
I am talking about Horizons!
That horizontal line at the limit of sight,
Where breath inflates in delight,
But the living so self - centered,
Come let's make the nuisance scary,
Of course (nuisance), they would confer a psyche's nocturnal wanderings as the product of earthly memories,
In fact these restless souls wanted to torment the bustling avenues of noon,
there's nothing to stop them from doing so,
If they stroll the halls of night, it's not from a grudge with or malice of the living,
Rather, it's coz,, they've no desire to see the living at all,
Any many more than snakes hope to see greenskeeper or foxes the hound
or owls on hooting sound,
They wander about at midnight coz at that hour they can generally do so without being harried by the echo and fury of earthly emotions,
All the struggling years of endeavors and floundering, of wishing and praying, of shouldering expectations, stomaching opinions, navigating decorums and making conversations, what they seek is quite simply, a little peace and quiet,
It's a way of wearing, beautiful life's
canvas cap, with a strong coffee.☕
#WritcoPoemPrompt119
©Mishra Poonam