Lavender Faerie In the Lilacs
she was discovered nursing her wounds inside my lilac tree
what are you? I asked her, could she a butterfly be?
She did not answer at first, tried to hide under her pretty wing.
Dainty and shy, she is a darling lavender faerie, name of Ming.
She was not fond of coffee, so I fed her lemonade sure.
I also gave her a bit of a cookie, it was chocolate chip pure.
How did you get injured? I asked as gently as a human can.
A rose thorn she told me, showing me a stab mark in her hand.
I offered to get antiseptic and gently wipe away the blood.
She said “no thank you, all I need is a teensy bit of mud.”
So I made her a poultice and put out my hand in a slow way.
She took a teensy bit, thanked me, and flew up and away.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2023
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