A tryst that wasn’t

Off they went into shroud of mist
a day break tryst
no prying eyes
no need for lies

So inviting; fruit forbidden
they were smitten
gentle, morn light
oh so quiet!

Alas! raucous birds‘ noisy racket
they pulled jackets
traced back their steps
their tryst a hex!

Written for Sadje’s wdys, David’s W3 to Lesley’s prompt (a humourous minute poem) and Eugi’s moonwashed weekly challenge.

(Will catch up with reading tonight)

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