The Plural They, My Children,
They are the most beautiful creatures,
moving at the speed of their growth,
and perhaps it is just my voice
missing them,
it puts their memory
before me,

pure imagination
running rampant
as the hour of bedlam closes.
Some frog
Tree creature
and another
that is perhaps a dangling scarecrow
...with a crow problem.

They move
in what appears to be a dance.
They are
the most beautiful creatures.
They appear
unappear like translucent ninjas.
They have
fooled me with invisibility amulets again!
They love

to dance victoriously upon
the vanquished foe that am I.