Last Laugh of a Dandelion
That little flower refused to shut up —
jabbering of moon-drunk alley cats,
tomorrow’s lost socks,
and how the dark craves mischief
like a thief craves silvered moonlight.
“Hush,” I pleaded, but it only laughed,
“I’m a dandelion
who refuses to be a weed.”
Soundtrack note: “Some flowers gossip in moonlight, some in mercy — either way, the night listens.” Strange Mercy by St. Vincent.
Written for dVerse Poets, and De’s Quadrille #229 including the word “jabber” — Soundtrack note: “Some flowers gossip in moonlight, some in mercy — either way, the night listens.” Imagery and poems/prose ©Misky 2006-2025. For the visually impaired: AI art, bright yellow dandelion in a clear glass of water.
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