Faeries Popping In the Sink

Faeries were popping in the sink In the form of bubbles that did not see me I saw the twinkling and winkling It looked like it was bubbling Stopped suddenly when they saw my interest Come on! I urged them. I am imaginative, I can take it. Not one more glitzy movement. I sensed a gleam from the window. No reason to see it, an ethereal feeling Elementals were here for sure Keeping things entertaining and fun My muse kicked her feet in the air She is the first one to sense them Waking me at three a.m. to join her fun I pick up a pen and being to write. Trixie snatched away my pen and tossed it into the trash. She likes lavender ink. An opinionated muse Who is jealous of faeries.