Fairy Houses
The Gardens* had some houses,
Teeny tiny ones they'd made,
Hidden next to pots of flowers
Quite adorably displayed.
Twigs and acorns, fruits and berries
Formed the roofs, the doors and walls
Of these little homes just waiting
'Til a neighbor fairy calls.
For they're known as fairy houses,
Meant to stir creative sorts
Needing outlets for their vision
Where the fairy world cavorts.
We spied not a single fairy
But loved spotting where they might,
After visitors have vanished,
At their tiny doors alight.
*Tower Hill Botanical Gardens in Massachusetts
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