In the silence of starshine's tender glow, An ogre writes, with gentle hands, a note— To penpals far across the fields they know, Where love in lines of ink does joyfully float. By coincidence the peaches sweetly fall Into the bowl of ice cream, swirled in dreams; Long car rides hum the songs that hearts recall, In conversation's whispers, soft like streams. "Shhhhhh," speaks the night, cradling secrets tight, A jar of pickles, tart and green, in sight. Pooh Bear rests in the moon's embracing light, Where memory and starlight find delight.