A tall elf stole like a Silver Shadow
past my window around 4 a.m.
in the freshly minted morning
My hubby, darling garden spirit
cherishes the dear little
plants and flowers in our yard
With care and love
he gives them their morning coffee,
fertilizing, watering the baby sprouts,
cooing sweetly over
his floral cherubims
They know his elfin footsteps
and smile happily as he putters
about in the
Wee, wee hours
Using Calgary as a backdrop the author satirizes the self-serving nature of the public as it continues to fatten itself, not only physically, but egotistically as well.
(Self-published. Please contact author directly to order.)
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