The Plural They, My Children,

They are the most beautiful creatures,

moving at the speed of their growth,

and perhaps it is just my voice

missing them,

it puts their memory

before me,

pure imagination

running rampant

as the hour of bedlam closes.

Some frog

Tree creature

and another

that is perhaps a dangling scarecrow

...with a crow problem.

They move

in what appears to be a dance.

They are

the most beautiful creatures.

They appear

unappear like translucent ninjas.

They have

fooled me with invisibility amulets again!

They love

to dance victoriously upon

the vanquished foe that am I.