The Breeghy
The Breeghy
Few know of the Breeghy that has incredible power,
It can shorten a second or lengthen an hour.
And during the day the Breeghy cannot be found
For it sleeps by the toadstools, under the ground.
And if you ask which way did it go,
The toadstools will say, “With the wind and the snow.”
It has feet made of moss and a trunk and a beak
And feeds on dandilions at least once every week.
But the mystical Breeghy you never will see
For it hides in the shadows in the roots of a tree.
It wears clothes made of leaves in Autumnal gold
And the Breeghy will never ever grow old.
But late in the evening when the moon looks around,
The Breeghy slips quietly over the ground.
And when at last we are soundly asleep,
The Breeghy silently into our bedrooms will creep.
And in the still of the night when we sleep in our beds
It is the Breeghy that casts strange dreams in our heads.
In the morning when sunlight glows all around,
The mystical Breeghy cannot be found.
Sometimes you can hear the sound of its snore
In the distance, like the far waterfall’s roar.
Until the night when all of us sleep,
When into our dreams the Breeghy will creep.
4/22/17
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