In Your Dreams

“Brooklyn!”

Cried Brice, as he ran towards the tree

“Come,

Come and look

At the garden with me.”

 The old owl said, “who?

Brice giggled,

“Not you!”

“There’s a cat, and it’s kitten

Stretched out on a limb.

Here’s a frog eating apples

And there’s juice

On his chin.

Little box turtle

Eating flowers for lunch

Stopped munching daisies

To say “I’ve a hunch.” 

The chickadees sang

Sitting out on the fence

A bird flying  by

Said, “that doesn’t make sense.”

Blue butterflies

Danced in the air

Towards the clouds.

I’ve heard that the butterflies

Do  not like big crowds

A family of owls,

Went to hide until dark.

The toadstools just

Stood there alone in the park.

“OK”, Mommy called

“Now it’s time for your nap”

They begged for a story!”

As they climbed on her lap