The Fairy
Mistaken for a butterfly,
Perhaps a humming-bird;
Seen from the corner of an eye,
When a tiny buzz is heard.
Only the young or young at heart,
Will be quick enough to see
The little fairy dip and dart,
Unrevealed to you and me.
But mayhap when she takes a rest
And pauses on a leaf.
The aged eye will chance to spy
This sight beyond belief.
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2011
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