At that odd moment the landscape moved,
Dabs of green paint, blue background
Flickering in the pale sunlight
Gray streaks flitting diagonally across the canvas
Resembling strangely the flight of a bird
The whoosh of a breeze breaking the museum silence
Trees swaying, flowers nodding, eyelids twitching
Reality returning as sleep slips out the door.
~ Original 2009
Nothing beats a Sunday siesta on the back patio!