A rustling in the shrubs
Alerts me to astounding wonder
Could it be a momma bear with her cubs?
Curiosity strikes me like yellow-white thunder.
The day had fallen and the moon hung-
A silver smudge, a sickly sickle
Behind the witchy smog, thick with mug
A backdrop against my stark curiosity-tickles
as a wee fairy spirited away from the foliage.
Leaves cling to its bark-like flesh
And smattering of flowers acknowledged
In its thistle-like hair and woven dress
The Good Folk with dragonfly wings
With a walking stick made of hazel wood-greeted me with a smirk-
Inhuman eyes stark with wisdom and things
Black and deadly like a shark.
Voice as lovely as a mourning dove–
She told me a warning–
That I would soon fall in love
Eyes glossy and heart a flutter the next morning–
He would be fashioned in shadows
but a heart made of the finest gold–
He would take away the ever present sorrow
And our love would be a sight to behold–
But, but, but
I must prove myself worthy
To enjoy my pot of pure luck
A future set in stone–no longer blurry.
Taking the candy from my pocket
I thanked the fairy–
Her eyes wide as she beheld the chocolate–
smile a crescent, no longer wary.