Lucky For My Mind
Lisbeth was a gorgeous oak tree faerie, pretty, light and airy.
The seventh faerie of the seventh faerie of the seventh faerie
We brought her acorns and tumblers of autumn mojo.
She loved everything we gave to her and often told us so.
She may be the best oak faerie we have had in this forest fair.
This was said by a smitten squirrel who stopped to stare.
She won’t bite said a bullfrog, who was trying to get his own peek.
Oak tree faerie handed them both an ice cream treat, shiny and sleek.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2023
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