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Pink Zebras

Category: Eve Moore Friday, 05 February 2021 Written by Eve Moore Views: 995

Pink Zebras

The head gardener had always been

enormously in touch with his creative

aplomb. This was widely known.

He dressed unlike others of his kind,

stitching wild patterns and colors,

textures together for work, and play.

In his saunters along the bends of

his land’s brackish banks he found a

gift left him by his jolly friends the otters.

Inspired, he took to feeding great rafts

of snowdrops with this windfall of tiny

brine shrimp. They grew enormously

robust, some reaching dizzying

heights of feet above the ground.

But instead of snowy, the drops

grew pink. Ahhh, thought he, so

lovely. Unbeknownst to him, the

zebras who feasted on the rosy

drops way in the back field also

took on the flush of the flamingo.

Pink stripes now marked their

hides—which they just couldn’t

hide, and the gardener was even

more delighted. Grand!, he declared.

Soon the daffodils and narcissus,

the dandelions were taking on rose

colored hues, likewise, the bees who

sipped their sweet pinkness. All was

a wonder to the gardener, besotted

with what he saw. The sun was as

delighted by what he beheld, and like

the cuttlefishes he adored, he turned his

golden beams into a soft scarlet in a blink.

As he turned, the bluebirds of happiness

took on vivid purples and violets in the

largess of his ample rubescent gaze.

With this, even the rainbows appeared

altered in their frequencies, casting spells

in shades of thralling heavenly delight.

And the land grew mellow and dreamy.

All experienced the pink enchantment,

even the wildebeest and pollywogs.

But it was when the unicorns, who kept

careful cover during the span of day,

emerged as soft pink as the eden rose,

that the whole ranging garden bowed

to the wizened gardener for his willingness

to use the magical wand of his heart to

turn the world they’d come to know

into a place of ever changing, ever

unfolding marvels of possibility.

Holy guacamole!, thought the gardener.

He’d no idea that all of this could grow

out of one so small as a slip of shrimp.

∞/∞

Eve Moore: Once a professional writer of advertising, I saw the light & it has shown me words of a different nature. And so I take them down & offer them up. And all is well.

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