We multi-colored garden gnomes,
in floral vestments resplendent,
Beautifying your landscaped homes,
Oh, one day to be truly sentient.
Searching for other garden gnomes,
we'll steal away in shrubberies.
Folks just see us standing here,
experiencing no drudgeries.
Motionless painted ceramic shapes,
watching o'er your gardens,
Pointless to ponder our fates,
harsh nature seldom pardons.
We'll frolic once the sun goes down,
Seen only by raccoons, and owls, or a cat,
Perhaps a foray into town,
What do you think about that?
Knowing I was a garden gnome,
I followed you to your home.
We brewed our lattes, heavy foam,
and chortled at this poem.
RM, 3-24-2022.
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