Sweetest Silence


Sweetest silence, honeyed whisper
As the day begins to fister.
Tootlebees are winging home,
Across the quiet Welkindome.

Beneath the peaceful Yawnoo trees,
Bongbears hover on the breeze.
Famfleas gather all around,
Glowing as they hear this sound.

“Shu . . . shu . . . shu . . . shush,”
Echoes from a Bandybush.
Over and over, “Shu .. shush,” it said.
It’s time for Ergs to be in bed.


Just for fun. Some of the words
aren’t made up – find a good
dictionary and see for yourself.

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