
I lifted the trapdoor lid, and peered out..
Written memos previously hid, flew around and about...
The illuminations in dark trees, somewhat eerie,
If you please, their glow was warm and cheery..
Made for a fantasy-like ambiance, perhaps a place for fairies,
To merrily dance, amidst the wooded caries!
Trees with feet like claws reach out to grip,
The little invisible fairy feet that wander, what a trip!
I closed the trapdoor lid and went back to sleep,
Dreaming about what I might see if I re-opened it for another peep!

Copyright:K:August 2008





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