Gregory Joseph Firlotte Poet Free verse

Statues

The garden statues
come to life
every night
after the house
is quiet and still
and they roam
through the hedgerows
and hide behind
the old willows
and play their games
and whisper among themselves
 ‘til first light.

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Linda Alice Fowler March 7, 2022 at 9:58 AM This is filled with fun and I enjoyed it very much. I've often thought the same of topiaries, clipped into fantastic creatures who play games across the lawn at night. Thank you for sharing. Linda Gregory Joseph Firlotte September 15, 2022 at 2:54 PM Thank you so very, very much, Linda! Can you imagine them playing games at night while the household is sound asleep? What fun!