The Fairie Beast
The Fairie Beast
He was smaller than most
but larger than some
and only last week
he’d been sucking his thumb
when he spied in the bushes
the curious sight
pixie gold creatures
near the edge of the night.
He covered his face
and rubbed his stunned eyes
then looked again
and to his surprise
found them still there
even more than before
arriving it seemed
through a garden floor door.
He edged his nose closer
as if drawn by the scent
of these miniature Fairies
as they came and they went.
T’was then that he saw
the Gnome marble eyes
peering at him
from his gnomic disguise
grumbling now with wrinkly nose
he spoke, this old Gnome,
in an unfriendly tone
“Hey kid, go on home.”
Then suddenly all
were trembling and scared,
as a horrible growl
deepened and neared.
They froze as if caught
in the ice breath of frost
for they had come early
not knowing the cost.
There was no escape’
no exit by cape
for someone had closed
the garden floor door.
Then the beast of the growl
let out a foul howl
a shuddering yelp
as if calling for help
for in his haste
he had stuck in his snout
now he was caught
and couldn’t get out.
The Fairies all whispered
the Gnome only sneered
they wanted to help him
it did sound quite weird
to free the “grand beastie”
to just set him free
and hope that he wouldn’t
eat both them and me.
And so they agreed
to do this good deed
to hope for the best
after he had been freed.
With the help of such kindness
and the Fairie’s dust wand
that night in the garden
they formed a strange bond
of human and Fairie
and great hairy beast,
sat and enjoyed
a Gnome/Fairie feast.
Now in the garden
near the edge of the night
hear the great beastie snoring
see the Fairies in flight.
John G. Lawless/7/9/2014
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2014
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