The world was full of golden fuzz.
The sun shone on the meadow.
She let herself soar, up and up.
Her voice free to glide on from high to mellow.
“What is that god-awful noise?”
Aunt Edna woke, her voice a sonorous bellow.
“A yodel,” the child said.
“A bird in my throat sings the dandelions yellow.”
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt of: Yodel in 57 words