Moonlight Menagerie

[indulging in mystical dreams of faeries and nymphs] Bathed in the pale shafts of moonlight they float on silent wings, barely fluttering, soft as a whisper as they hover inside my room. Tiny gossamer nymphs snatching stray moonbeams, flirting, cavorting, crazily misbehaving - they glide and dance around my roses. They may exist only in my bare dream moonscape, mere creations lurking in cobwebs of the brain as conscious mind embraces dark. I welcome sleep that gives them life before misty dawn rushes in my menagerie of flowr's and fruits theirs alone to feast in moonlight. @jjote posted 06/23/2016