I Earlier Saw

I earlier saw a pixie, small and pointy, thin and cute, but the People sauntered freely as they crushed it with their boot. I later saw a mushroom, home to many tiny things, but the People, hardly seeing, took the ground when they had wings. Just then, I heard bright laughter, sounds of sparkling chandeliers, but the People liked pop music, poorly chosen, for their ears. I finally ceased my hearing, shut my eyes so I fit in, became one of the People who crush pixies thick and thin, those People, treading lightly as they burrow in their screens, People who have no idea what any of this means.