He awoke one day
and said, “I sense to my dismay
that there are fewer critters
come this way.”
He awoke another day
and said, “I sense all the
critters have gone away.”
And then one day,
he, too, went away
along with the birds, fish,
bees, trees,
flowers and hay.
There was no one left on
earth to sing and play.
The garden had gone away,
except the seeds of one lone
dandelion, a beautiful,
flower not a weed,
blew this way.