The Garden Dance
They’ve been dancing in the garden all afternoon,
Flashes of red and brown.
Moving away from and then back together,
Flirting and flighty.
She hid in the vivid green hedge ,
He followed her there.
Flurries of excitement,
He chased her out and across the flat manicured lawn.
Afterwards,
Stillness.
She disappeared.
He looked about impudently,
Then swiftly flew away.
Copyright © Elaine Russell | Year Posted 2010
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