For Souladareatease

the owls that hoot from trees beyond
show you the fantasy world
though only you can see...
within the cracks of time and space
you marvel in sights that none can glimpse

the doe that walks upon your lawn
feeds off the grass and food strewn
by gentle hands with calloused palms
listening to songs beneath the sounds
laughing to laughter that none can hear

on calm nights when wind do sough
you wave at passing unicorns
listen to tinkling bells on Dottie's neck
marveling at smiles of Noon and brother Midnight
teaching Xena how to cut the cards

the songs of the wild on doorsteps
reigns within your own kingdom
holding your sceptre and the crown
worn invisible on flowing locks

obeisance from brother Buck
a look of love from Dottie Doe
the songs by flitting populace
and waddling inhabitants
of hyacinth lake....
from there and more beyond
they love you well.
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*this poem was entered in a competition here. thank you for reading*