Afternoon tea
We drifted across,
the grass you see
A game of croquet
The grass felt warm
Like a badgers set,
on a summers dawn
  lying on the grass,
eyes closed
When awake,
green hedgerows
Higher than a castle,
curtain wall
They froze
A fountain
They can hear,
the water counting
This is a maze
They look around
No exits can be seen or found

© 2022 Carol Natasha Diviney