Fairies Carrying Berries
Silvery, by the light of the moon
As the clock strikes midnight;
Fairies knock on the window
With handful of berries.
Squeezing through
A hole in the screen
Waking the canaries.
A present they carry
For Mary and Harry,
Whilst still fast asleep.
The brown hound sniffs deep
Whilst the fairies’ frown.
They creep round
And peep by the bed-light,
Carrying as much as they are able
Laying the berries on the bedside table.
One by one,
They began to fade away,
Into the crimson maples.
5/30/2020
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