Night, Night

Written for Simply 6 Minutes

It’s a day of purple roses, and his smile said it all.

Their skull faces, with a hint of a smile watched the other flowers wilt around them, while they survived the night howlers. Owls, hovering above them in search of prey. Little mice, with their own life to lead. It was the survival of the fittest, and sometimes they were able to escape their fate.

A sneer, grew, and grew, until their faces merged with the night.

They were able to sprout legs, and walk across the field, to another cosy spot to sleep. They were hardly ever sleepy, but when they found the right spot, their petals furled, and you could hear them snoring.