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.
Copyright © Gregory Joseph Firlotte | Year Posted 2021
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