I Hear Music

by deb y felio

The band of miniatures 

is marching down the hall. 

I hear the drummer drumming

cake pans and then the wall,

the woodwinds are blowing

through toilet paper tubes,

and waxed wrapped combs

are the new found flutes.

So proud they are

they march and play

in their own parade

I cherish these moments

and the days

the memories music made.