I Hear the Elves Laughing
Hidden in the recesses of the shipwrecked tree
Unseen by those who believe not in elementals
A world was furiously happening on the sly
I pretended to not hear, coaxing them with my ignorance
Being born with dog ears, I heard the elves laughter
They work harder and more exuberantly than brownies.
Had they felled this tree? Or had it been downed by pixies?
I heard their tittering laughs and they are the fierce ones.
What are you doing? My companion asked me.
She would not notice an elemental if it sat on her nose.
I resolved to come back later, alone.
I could tell they were in the throes of getting ready for a feast.
Luckily, this shipwrecked tree had the distinction
Of being a marvelously beautiful bit of nature
Something you do not see more than once a lifetime
No wonder she had been claimed by the fey.
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