NaPoWriMo: Day 13

Windows Open

With windows open
The breathless whisper of leaves
Carries through cool air

The porch light beckons
Sallow moths, beating pale wings
To rattle the screen


Day Thirteen Prompt:  Off-prompt.  Thought about waking up at my sister’s house in the middle of the night after a drunken night out.  This was pre-kids for both of us, so the house was generally quiet except for one or two familiar sounds.

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