Timmy Titmouse Connoisseur of Faeries
Timmy Titmouse had two loves, both faeries, and delightful.
The differences between them were miniscule, not insightful.
They were both empathetic, kind, and they always loved him so.
Timmy had trouble thinking about just one, both of them glow.
Why not find another titmouse? His parents asked in a stern way.
He did his best, but always came back to faeries, at end of day.
Pink Faerie was nurturing, she had fixed his injured paw.
Blue Faerie was a joy to observe, on her mushroom named Daw.
He liked them both ever so much, for they had been totally kind.
He also like it that both of them had a soft heart and inquiring mind.
Why not another titmouse? His brothers and his sister asked him.
He would think of this when he was running track in the gym.
Why is it always faeries? He asked himself. Why not another titmouse?
Hi there! Someone said. He turned and stared at the Faerie named Touse.
Touse was a red faerie, and she had a smile that lit up the room.
They were soon conversing on FaceTime and Zoom.
Now there were three faeries, and Timmy Titmouse loved them all.
His parents kept begging for grandchildren, and he had to stall.
Why not a titmouse? His grandma asked, irritated and kind of mean.
But Timmy was a connoisseur of faeries, they were each his dream.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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