We readied Elliot’s Garden
While Crickets called Sweet Nothings
We polished the candles and freed the rose
The King and Queen rolled out the Royal Carpet Green, soft for Pink and Princely toes.
The smiling dog pitched the ball and waited just to play
The Silly Squirrels chased round the pine, a Maypole this December day.
The canopy was readied, to let in sun just so.
The blue glass balls prepared to shine in full moons midnight show.
The lemon verbena intoxicated a golden butterfly
And Sig the lonely chicken clucked a coaxing quiet sigh
A song was sung, a tree was lit, to help him find his way
And the queen danced him to the base and drum
All night long into next day.