Mischievous Elf
he has the look of a mischievous elf
I am terrified of it, for I recognize it as myself
what if he is a better jokester than me?
will he become king of this maple tree?
the elf gives me a nod, and a wink of his eye
I am afraid he is winning as he passes me by
what if the others like him better than I?
will the king hire him? Will I run out of food? Will I die?
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2024
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