Aching

A Chapter by Scott Christian

I wrote this poem immediately after the last line popped into my head.

   A giggling wisp floating dreamily through the trees
   teasing others to chase her trail
   An erratic pattern of flight she takes
   to test her pursuers of worth and skill
   As the world around her glows
   but one stays on course
   Catching her in mid-flight
   they tumble to the ground with muffled laughter

And one look brings a hush to aching lips

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