I see a fairy – by the water there
She is sunning herself without a care
Wings folded back and dipping her toe
Perched on the bank – see there down low
Face tilted up towards the sun
Well would you believe! There’s another one…
I think he’s a he – so very rare
I think he’s seen her – she is so fair
Look he is strutting and whistling by
Pretending to not notice, let him try
She sees him and smiles and flutters her wings
No man, no fairy, could miss such a thing…
And all at once he blazes green
Making sure he can be seen
She flushes and looks up at him
He sits beside her with the widest grin
He kisses her and time seems to slow
And now we must turn to leave them so…
©Wendy Strohm 2018
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