Garden gnomes and plastic sprites are tiresome and predictable. But the bare bones of the gingko in winter make a perfect home for my plastic cobra. There he spits, lurking in front of the gingko’s rock. Any garden fairy who ventures into my garden, endeavoring to impart an unseen but magical and mysterious presence, will encounter the red tooth and claw of nature.
Here’s an excerpt from “The Mad Gardener’s Song” by Lewis Carroll:
He thought he saw an Elephant,
That practised on a fife:
He looked again, and found it was
A letter from his wife.
'At length I realise,' he said,
The bitterness of Life!'
Here’s my addendum:
She though she saw a cobra spit,
Then eat the garden fairy
She looked again, and found it was
A plastic snake so merry.
‘Were gnomes to turn up here’
She said, ‘they’d surely never tarry!’