Fairies

This is a short poem for fun

I thought that fairies were a myth or fables for a child
Until I read of sightings of them in the wild

One lady took her music and did a fairy dance
There was no controlling her for she was in a trance

When you see a butterfly close to the end of day
Look closer at its body before it flies away

Its head may be human with eyes like hummingbirds
It may have a squeaky voice with which it says its words

Its wings brightly sparkle in the setting sun
It may try to warn you of a wrong that’s being done

Be ever so mindful of what you see and hear
The music they make is like a tinkling in the ear

If you catch sight of one you must not look away
With the blink of an eye the fairy will not stay

Count yourself lucky if you ever see just one
They are very careful who will see them having fun

By, VGray
The Miscellaneous Series
3/30/2009