For Day 8, I have a rime couee and the prompt, idle.
Image by Rebecca Matthews from Pixabay
Idle
The wind against the window pane
and the pitter-patter of rain
No one on the porch swing
A hush has settled, an ennui;
Unused, like motionless debris
life waiting to take wing
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