She snuggles into her warm
green winter blanket
disturbing the last seeds of summer
That will be a welcome winter feast
for the small winter birds
As they forage around her bedding
collecting their winter store
Spiders casts their webs
around the sea of green sagging stalks
Hoping to fill their nets with
one last harvest
The light dims
A sleepy mouse shows its head
from under the garden shed door
Zig zaging across the decking
munching on a slug
who stayed out a little too late
The toad
who has been eyeing his supper
As the sun was setting
over the now sleepy garden
Was not amused
and puffed his body out in anger,
only to spy a worm
peeking her head out of the decking groove
Checking out all the commotion
Gone in an instant
to the now happy toad
A black and white cat
quietly surveys
from her vantage point
on top of the tired sagging
roofed garden shed
As the still night
washes over the garden
the animals blend
back into their garden home
Waiting
Oct 15, 2017
Oct 15, 2017 at 2:51 PM UTC
She snuggles into her warm
green winter blanket
disturbing the last seeds of summer
That will be a welcome winter feast
for the small winter birds
As they forage around her bedding
collecting their winter store
Spiders casts their webs
around the sea of green sagging stalks
Hoping to fill their nets with
one last harvest
The light dims
A sleepy mouse shows its head
from under the garden shed door
Zig zaging across the decking
munching on a slug
who stayed out a little too late
The toad
who has been eyeing his supper
As the sun was setting
over the now sleepy garden
Was not amused
and puffed his body out in anger,
only to spy a worm
peeking her head out of the decking groove
Checking out all the commotion
Gone in an instant
to the now happy toad
A black and white cat
quietly surveys
from her vantage point
on top of the tired sagging
roofed garden shed
As the still night
washes over the garden
the animals blend
back into their garden home
Waiting
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