Gardens Silent Visitor
There is a silent visitor in the garden whispered the roses.
Watch out! She’ll nibble on your fingers, your feet and your toeses.
The other flowers laughed at the funny thing lily of the valley said.
She always brought out worst scenario and made fun of people’s dead.
I think it’s a fox, the daffodils and tulips whispered to the lily.
I don’t think she’ll be eating us; the roses can be so silly!
The roses were still warning the daffodils, herbs and carrots too.
The sky was ominous today, a lovely azure rainbow blue.
The fox sat quietly, alone in her thoughts, completely still on the chair.
She did not seem to mind the lingering dew in the summertime air.
She is a meat eater, and probably violent, the bushes said with a shake.
She’s harmless, said the sunrise. No scarier than a garden snake.
The silent visitor in the garden listened to all of this with a lovely smile.
Enjoying the meandering garden path and the sweet compost pile.
Her heart was loving the quiet, excited to be sitting on this chair.
Most of all she was loving the warmth of the summer time air.
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