A whale lives in our backyard, and it only swims at night There's a stegosaurus in the trees with his head between the lights They hang around in the evening and show their mighty might But when morning comes, they disappear; they're gone with the morning light There are frogs that guard our herb garden They stand fixed upon its walls They keep their back to the sun in the daytime and shine their lights when darkness falls There are clouds rolling in the distance forming recognizable shapes They seem to chase one another over this wondrous landscape Raccoons running by the lake's side Their eyes reflect in the night They come out from where they hide to scurry through the moonlight Every dusk, the fairies come out and dance until dawn You see them flying over the whale and on other people's lawns Our backyard is a wonderland full of spectacular sights that come alive in the night But when the sun comes over that eastern horizon, it's just another golf course in the morning light

07/18/2023

Author's Note: lrr:

Posted on 11/14/2022
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