The Grass

Today The Grass

Today, (fellow Mothers),
It was The Grass.
Mowed into swathes of rich
Green scent.
That attracted my children's feet
Into the damp yard.
Where (I imagine),
They galumphed, like horses,
Until their feet were coated
In the drippings
of
The Grass.

Their perfect little feet, (two by two),
Stuck by, all over,
With the minced up
Emerald brilliance
With spots of seeds
And crinkled leaves.
No doubt it felt like
Fairy slippers
And smelt like the end
of a
Wet Summer.

Only then, (fellow Mothers),
As you can imagine,
These dainty feet, (two by two),
Galumphed inside
They skidded in across
The (foolish!) white tiles.
They pirouetted
As fairy shod Horses
Are want.

I saw, (dear Mothers),
Where they came,
And
Where they went,
Throughout the house
And then-
Ah then-
(I'm sure you can imagine),
It was
The Grass.