I Sense Them Before I See Them
Faeries flutter and stutter
My ears perk up
I sense them more than I see them
They slowly come into view
My peripheral vision gets the first glimpses
Dainty and determined
One notices I see them.
Poof. They are gone.
Shy as a daisy chain.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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