Okay! A sleepy poem before I turn the light out…so a bit silly and not very good, but a bit of fun!
Using the writing prompt:
The snow was gently covering the green grass…
The snow was gently covering the green grass
and all that lay below
Obliterating everything a sleuth might
need to know
Forensics made redundant
They’ll have to wait till spring to find
what lies beneath the clover
A body buried at dead of night?
Unhappy ending to a bitter fight?
Nothing so morbid or
so dramatic, but something even
In death they’re planted
till sunshine wills
Then bursting through come
tulip, crocus and daffodils