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