Mysterious Morning
In a mist-filled forest valley
Through a tree-lined foggy alley
Does sunrise play a trick upon your eye
Was there movement in the tree line?
Was it squirrel, was it feline?
Or was it something from old time gone bye
In the forest’s misty morning
They appear without a warning
The little folks, the elves of ancient lore
Do you hear a high pitched squeaking?
It’s an ancient tongue they’re speaking
Gathered there across the forest floor
Be they brownie or wood fairy
Some are cute and some are scary
But none of them are happy to be seen
Some are tall, a full eight inches
Some are smaller than house finches
But most of them are somewhere in-between
Look closely you might see them
That flash of light might be them
But blink your eyes and suddenly they’re gone
Do you think you really saw them?
Did they look like artists draw them?
And just as you imagined all along?
Take a walk when sun is rising
What you see might be surprising
author: Mdailey
Contest: Sunrise VS Sunset
Choice: Sunrise
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