The mushrooms in our garden
Walk around at night,
Kicking over rubbish bins
And giving pets a fright.
Aggressive shrooms in gumboots
March beneath the stars,
Breaking flower stems for fun
As they stomp around the yard.
They poke them through the chicken wire
And wake the sleeping hens,
Then scamper off through moonlit grass
Before they’re caught again.
But they pay dearly for their mischief
When they fall asleep at dawn.
Where they tremble in their grassy holes
As I begin to mow the lawn.
Dan Verkys 