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IN THE WEE SMALL HOURS

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One wonders what really does occur
Under the bushes n shrubs n flowers~
After late night moon passes behind a cloud
Before after midnight in the wee small hours~

First could be a russle within the leaves
And then the quickest passing by~
A wee flash n a dash hopefuly not a splash
In the early morning as dawn draws nigh~

When all is silent safe or seems to be
They would then come out to do their thing~
Or as I would imagine this is how it goes
When little people come out dance and sing~

Ever so small and as cute as all
Each dressed in their very own way~
All would appear not a sound one could hear
As they did what they do to dance n play~

So small in extreme while we sleep n dream
As they begin all that they do~
The wee little folk in hour of mo-poke
Never to be seen by me nor you~

They arrange it this way I do dare to say
As you can imagine if them we all saw~
With the world as it we'd spoil it some how
And then our gardens they all would ignore~

Many different kinds some would blow our minds
But I bet they are still there for sure~
I notice little things when sunlight dawn brings
And I hope that they stay ever more~

Terrence Michael Sutton
Copyright 1977
( And again 2011 )

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