Crazy for Daisies

Nobody could see me, especially not the blue daisies upon which I was spying. Still as a stiff was I, high in my attic lair, only just ever so moving my ginger fingers to polish grubby spectacles, my binoculars, so I could view up close the weird animated flowers below. I needed to catch them at it, red-handed! So I quietly waited until the moon showed his bulbous head. There in the azure glow of the moon’s light I saw the blue daises stretching and warming up for their nightly dance of vine entwining, bud blooming and frenzied piston & stamen display spectacles of growth. Mesmerized in my  trance I watched until alas I was betrayed by sleep. When I awoke they were still and innocent looking flowers pretending to be normal. I shall spy again tonight from the safety of my attic lair.