Stealth planter

Slyly she stole into their yard,

Under the sliver of moon.

Respecting the silence, she

Rejected an urge to

Erupt in a gleeful tune. She

Planted three hundred and

Twenty petunias

In colorful, harmonious rows;

The fragrance would waft right

Into their house. In the morning they would know

Of a loving someone who,

Under the sliver of moon,

Surprised them for their golden anniversary in June.