Breeze Shushes Fire

dainty gossamer wings automatic fluttering savoring the meadow faerie magic afoot on this summer’s solstice breeze feels her presence keeps it to herself understanding faerie’s privacy suspecting her mission wanting to witness it for herself baby butterfly yawns deeply settles down for the night tosses and turns, finally gets back up Has an urge to head for the meadow the faerie council is waiting Cheering as she flies in I knew she would sense them breeze thought, glad she had made it. She was instantly crowned queen of the faeries, given a new body, sceptre and crown. Breeze went home thrilled, knowing she had done her part. “I guess you helped them choose a new queen?” her husband guessed. “What did I do?” she asked, trying to be innocent. “Do they know you always rattle the wings of the one you want?” “Sh!” breeze said. “Go burn up a forest or something.”