It was still.
It was so still that the folly seemed bereft of life
But it wasn’t.
Breeze.
The trees swayed gently luxuriating in the moment of
Caressing.
Dew.
Glistened on the blades of grass tempting those who hid.
Beckoning.
Silence.
Only for those who chose not to hear those who crept closer.
Waiting.
It was still.
It was so still that the folly seemed bereft of life
But it wasn’t.
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nope, not pam 
I can very well believe that it isn’t. Lovely take Deb
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lovely take indeed, and what a fascinating poetry format … one of your own?
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Just an experiment. 😊
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then you did well, it appeals possibly due to it’s unusual style!
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I would love to sit there on an afternoon. You capture the mood very well.
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Thanks Hetty
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Ooh very intriguing (perhaps with a slightly sinister undertone), I feel like you pulled us all in as “something” is about to happen. Brilliant. Thank you so much for joining in the challenge:
KL ❤
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Thanks, I’m enjoying the challenge 😁
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Interesting.
On many levels.
Curious.
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😁
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