Elf
Lightly down he springs
Eyes gleam with expectation
The woodland way leads
Soft a nesting bird notices
Brushes branch aside gently.
Slim princeling with pointed ears
Running through the green forest.
Copyright © Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer | Year Posted 2019
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