Winked At Me
I heard a tink under my sink
that sounded like a clink, I think.
At first, I thought maybe the cat,
her collar, could make sounds like that.
But this sounded more like a bell
ringing, as far as I could tell.
What could the sound possibly be,
I simply had to go and see?
It couldn't be a rat or a mouse,
there are none of those in my house.
I cracked open the cupboard door,
for a quick peek, and nothing more.
But what I saw there wasn't scary,
it was a trapped, frightened Fairy.
And it looked up and winked at me,
knowing that I would set it free.
Prettier than a butterfly,
her wings were as blue as the sky.
How she got trapped, I'll never know;
but I'm happy I let her go.
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