A Fox In the Foxglove
Among these wonderful flowers,
I could sit here for many hours,
winding vines among the bowers;
they have power, they have power.
I will watch family of doves,
with their little ones high above,
just above me and these foxgloves;
those babes above, those babes above.
Such gentle joys that met my eyes,
something quite small I did surmise,
gave me a wonderful surprise;
such creatures wise, such creatures wise.
It was a fairy on a fox,
I dropped my bagel and my lox,
they walked out of my garden rocks;
oh what a shock, oh what a shock!
She said Foxglove is good for hearts?
this information she imparts,
used in the medicinal arts;
then they depart, then they depart.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2022
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