Gardens - After Dark

Gardens – After Dark Buddha sits stoically observing his garden. The Gnomes snore as the Fairies toss and turn asleep on the soft petals of flowers. The impish Pixies party with the flashy fireflies. Nocturnal seekers. Mice, forever paranoid, scurry to and fro in a break even carbohydrate burn. The raccoons, mask-wearing felons, are more direct. They have already “cased the joint” and are sure of their objective. Le Skunk, “but of course”, Pepe LePew, he fears no one, boldly waves his white stripe, slowly peruses the menu. Monsieur Owl, something of a Maitre d’, oversees the dining arrangements - while planning his own. The first hint of sunshine will trigger “last call, dew will form on the flower petals awakening the Fairies. Fireflies will drop the pixies at their three story walk-ups. Gnomes will snort, stretch, and scratch themselves. A gentle breeze will cue the wind chime. The Buddha yawns, the birds sing morning prayers. 6/20/2016 submitted to – Little People – Poetry Contest sponsor – Shadow Hamilton