Quivira in Verse by Jeanne Jones

Oh, Dear!
Arriving very late one night,
We noticed with surprise
A foursome on the putting green
Beneath the starry skies.
With no regard for protocol,
Unshaven and unshod,
The scofflaws calmly gazed at us
While nibbling on sod.
Then, finishing their golf course snack,
They took a moonlit stroll
Past the bunkers, through the trees
Toward the 19th hole.