A Flower

There once was a flower

That grew by a lake.

Warm sun shone upon that flower,

And in the cool breeze it would shake.

This flower I speak of

With a stem so stately and strong

Would stand unmoving,

All night long.

Dark was the night,

Through moonlight dancing on the water so bright,

Birds sleeping in trees

Locus singing on leaves

Frogs croaking deep in the reeds.

Now hush they might

For a beast is in sight,

Long is his tail of auburn and white

As he lurks and he prowls just out of sight.

14/01/22