God’s morning paints the world in gold,
and little birds begin to sing~
they know His love wakes everything.
Quiet wind tiptoes through the trees,
whispering blessings as they pass~
tiny prayers in dewy grass.
Vampire Iran is sniffing out Israeli veins
Xi buzzards are circling the lotus Taiwan
Putin is feeding on the flesh of Ukraine
Nuclear wizards are waving their wands.
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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