Fairy dust


sometimes in the night

I’d walk out on padded feet

go under the stars and look to the ground

for those bright dots of light that were seldom found

among the dark green

a toad would jump out

and there! just there!

a tiny face would peek out

tiny hands would part the tall grass leaves

dark eyes would regard me

tiny feet, floating a few inches off the ground

yet its dark head still half-hidden by the grass

and there we would stand

man and faerie

each completely still;


and there. below the oak tree

creatures and magic

flute and dances.

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