They call me Gossamer Cornfly.
Why might you ask?
I flit from corn stalk to corn stalk
fighting the evil weevil as I go.
I spread the pollen to fertilize my corn.
At the end of a long, busy day, for all my are
days are long and busy in the summer,
I sleep wrapped in corn silk,
till the sun comes up again,
and I find a new field to work.
Silly humans think I am a bee, but
Human's cannot see me,
which is fine by me.
At the end of long summer,
I have earned my rest,
I make a bed in a small hollow of a tree,
You would never notice it.
In my bed of beautiful ripe corn silk,
warmed through the cold cruel winter months,
I sleep until summer comes again,
when I begin my work all over so the
hungry may eat once more.
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i love the whole fairy thing, and this is a lovley little poem, you describe her well, and this is like a story we could read to a child at bedtime very soothing
abigail
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