Response to a picture poem request.
By Stilltraveler •
Fireflies last refuge.
not buried by roadways
not drowned by false lights
waiting for the music of twilight
the whistle of the woodlands & rustles of wildlife
an orchestral performance many will never know
tantric swirls & pulsating pirouette
and in a moment
the laughter of the intruder prancing to their home built of whistlers & rustlers.