Moss gardens rise from the surface, softness casting shadows. 

Misty miny paws plop and plink, perching on the evergreen bed. 

A thundercloud mouse, umber eyes brewed in curiosity 

Rose-dusted nostrils spy a clunky chef hat, 

hidden among the mossy overgrowth.

Mounting a proud pine, sticky pads of a lime green frog cling. 

Bulging eyes survey the inky navy lake, surface calm as crystal 

Pebbles plunge, hitting liquid, a reverberating ripple. 

Echoes of fish swimming for the surface. 

Webbed feet take a chance, leaping for the lake

Swift and soaring, the outstretched body aims for a base 

A jungle green lily pad. 

Landing lightly he waits, patient as an artist’s pen, 

for his midnight kiss.