Pink Zebras
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- Written by Eve Moore
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 ©2021
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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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—Jimi Hendrix
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