Wednesday, September 4, 2013


In the swaying daffodils
Growing on the sunny hills
Where bees all tend to clover
And hummingbirds the other
I sit as quiet as a mouse
Watching a wee fairy house
All throughout the day
Hoping to see the little fae
That lives among the flowers
Whiling away the hours
Doing ordinary things
Like mending tiny fairy wings
And when the day is almost done
Just before the setting sun
She finally slips out of her home
Thinking that she's all alone
Dances without a care
Doesn't even know I'm there
For I do not make a sound
Nor move myself around
Lilting, laughing, she prances about
With a happy song and a gleeful shout
On her toes she whirls and twirls
Flapping her wings in the air she swirls
Till oh so softly she touches down
Her dainty feet upon the ground
And in that magic moment
The little fairy paused and bent
Saw my reflection in a drop of dew
Away, away the fairy flew
High up in a nearby tree
Now the fairy is watching me!

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