The little girl

Did I tell you about the little girl who slept through summer?
When the daisies were in bloom and the ducks glided through?
As eavesdropping eels lurked beneath their webbed feet,
And the pukekoe stomped through the marshes...
Besieged with guilt and shyness,
The little girl simply turned the other way and slept.
The routine continued till a window was cleared,
And bare trees and moaning branches confronted,
The little girl who had woken up from her slumber.
The pukekoe had disappeared past the marsh,
Ducks did not splash in the water,
Eels had been smoked and served in dinner plates,
Eeriness shrouded the wintry day.
When the girl woke up and espied,
The grayness of the day,
Thinking that nothing had been lost,
Went back to sleep again!