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