They talk about her in whispers; so low

I can hear it all from four floors below,

'A rotting body and a rotten soul', they say,

'A putrid smell that will make one stay away'

But my mind's set on paying a visit.

I am decisive and my pillow knows it.

Off I go on my tippy-toes. (mom mustn't know)

Flying is the wind above me, flying is me below.

The dead dried leaves scrunch as I walk.

The night-creatures howl at me; they talk.

'Give you everything you've been dreaming of.'

But when I go close to them, they take off.

It takes me forever to reach, but maybe

It was just a minute dancing away in glee.

From 11:59, all the way to midnight.

Such a long distance. A long flight.

Now that I am here, I see what they saw.

And I see what they didn't beneath their law.

But I will contemplate later not tonight.

We dance away, dance away the night.

She murmurs me a 'happy birthday to you'.

I thank her with a 'happy birthday to you too'.

~06/12/24 EH ©

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Lines - 18

A rushed ending.

A rushed to finish this, primarily because this is too dark to post on my coming birthday and secondly I want to leave what "I saw" to your interpretation.

And if you tell me yours, I will tell you mine. ^-^

If you sing to me, I will sing back to you.

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