Just Another Day In Faerie Meadows
It was Mona’s lucky day.
She found a four-leaf clover.
Faeries rarely do, for they are not supposed to look for them.
It is in the faerie code, but she accidentally looked up
and there was a beautiful green one under a mushroom.
She left it undisturbed, of course.
Her usual lunar moth had sent a replacement.
His name was Chet, and he was amiable, and personable.
They hit it off right away. He asked where she wanted to go, and she
said “faerie meadows please.” He would not accept any faerie dust for his trouble.
It was indeed her lucky day.
When she was dusting the roses she found a most unusual caterpillar.
He was not the fuzzy sort, but he was multi-colored, and most peculiar looking.
“What are you?” he asked her.
“I am a faerie,” she told him
“Faeries aren’t real,” he told her.
“I can show you some other faeries” she offered.
But the other faeries were shy, and fearful as he was a most peculiar
looking caterpillar. He was sectioned off orange and blue, with yellow dots.
“He’s not real,” one said.
“He can’t be,” another faerie interjected.
It was just another day in Faerie Meadows, discussing who is real, and who is not.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment