Faerie Looks For Her Hope
Faerie was sad that she had lost hope.
It was on the couch cushion last night, she thought.
This is crazy. Is she kind of a dope?
This was said by a stuffed cat, store bought.
Hope was on the stairwell this morning the puppy barked.
Faerie found a giant caterpillar curled on the top step.
Hope left an hour ago, he said. His dance ticket marked.
I didn’t know he had a ticket she said, keeping up with pep.
Sure, hope always has a ticket, a goal, a thing-a-ma-jig.
Faerie began to smile at the caterpillar boy.
I knew that said Poinmeister, the puppy’s pot belly pig.
Hope slid back in and gave her back her joy.
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