Walking up the hill
I stop to notice
long, shallow trenches
exposed after the snow melt
I imagine mice running
through ice tunnels
protected from wind
and predators
in their winter labyrinth
But now
their secrets are laid bare
under a shimmering
unforgiving sun
This is a Quadrills (44 words) including “shimmer” for Victoria at dVerse. And it is inspired by nature for Margaret at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads. Thank you both for the writing prompts and the space to post. There’s day 4 done and dusted. Phew!
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