Winter Cabbages.

The sky was dark,
the air was cold.
The moon was bright,
the year was old.
I heard a noise,
from just outside.
A thump and a splatter,
with giggles and cries!
I peered in the garden
and saw such a sight!
My cabbages!
- having a snowball fight!
Savoys and drumheads
in the moonlit glow,
dodging and throwing
great balls of snow!
They saw me look
and promptly froze,
and sank back into
their winter doze.
While I watched,
they all played dead.
So I went back in
with a shake of my head.
I knew full well
once I was gone,
they’d start again
their winter fun.
And, in the morning,
I'd probably see
a crude little snowman
that looked like me.