Tulpa II

The happenstance gathering of straying thoughts or
Better yet, a council of vain nonsense,
Gave birth to a rather outlandish creature
With devilish cocoa eyes and sparse graying hair.
At only eleven inches he stood, give or take a laugh or two,
With an inelegant grin and woolen britches the color of sage.
I placed a tiny straw hat atop his gnomish dome,
Christened him Hector and bade him tend my blossoms.
And oh, how the garden did flourish, but nevertheless.....
Tiny footprints would appear by the front step, and fleeting
Raps would sound on my window as the night song howled.
Merciless would I have been to simply not take heed.
He now sleeps soundly in the old hickory armoire.
And that is the way of it, between Hector and me......
I scratch his hairy little back, and he delights in painting my toenails;
We scoff at the dust blown up by occasional traffic and
Train the swallows to dance in a circus of dreamy summer flight.

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