081413 #worm Him and Me walk on. They wander through the open gate of a benighted botanical garden. Everything here is asleep. The ferns are sleeping. The one-eyed cat is sleeping. The koi are sleeping. The cunnies and the hares are sleeping. The sideways-skating skimmer-bugs are sleeping. Cobwebs of mist among bejewelled cliffs around the tropical falls are sleeping. The butterflies are sleeping with the dragonflies. The lawn sprinklers are sleeping. The roses are sleeping uneasily. The irises dream of sight. The wood-chipped paths are sleeping. The slipstream of the moon is sleeping. The feathered lake is sleeping. ___ and ___, two refugees, are sleeping in the mossy hollow down behind the tiny railroad tracks. The tiny stars are sleeping, reflected in the shiny tracks. Everyone is sleeping.