Steampunk Faerie
Steampunk faerie sat on the vintage car
Peering long and hard, and way too far
She could see past the horizon to her father’s house
Where a kitten was toying with a tiny mouse
How are your eyes this great? Someone asked.
I am not sure, she said, they are gold, not masked.
The asker looked into steampunk faerie’s eyes.
Her corneas were amazingly large, a big surprise.
We watched her standing there surveying the town
It was sunset; she stood there, staring it down.
We were amazed at her power, she was quite unique.
Vintage car gave her passage, uplifting her in a squeak.
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