In Through the Window.

I know they exist, I have seen them there, At the end of the garden, and under the stairs, A myriad of fluorescent, flight Winged in moments of a magic life, Flitting and flaunting there frolics to dare, In through the window and under the stairs, Looking for pillows with hidden treats, So of the children’s hearts, to greet, Nestled in natures unaware, Playing catch can you? Under the stairs, Waiting for darkness, to so them call, In through the window and out through the hall! Whispering gently as you sleep, Wings race in silence, not one peep! Laughing and giggling of a beauty so rare, In through the window and under the stairs. Flowers to polish, grass to play, Rings then made to show in day, Dance they do in summer nights, Never still, with their wings to flight. Close your eyes and go to sleep, Sandman's work then so to keep, Dream of fairies to your care, In the through the window, And under the stairs!