In the wee small hours

Someone’s been out in the garden

between the evening and the dawn.

I wonder what it was.

A rabbit or a fawn?

Yes, someone’s been in the garden

in the depths of the dark.

Someone fleet and nimble

who have left their mark.

Someone’s been in the garden

before the day was born —

the Xmas elf of Davis Court? —

& from their roots all weeds have torn,