Fairies at the bottom of the garden? Yes!

OK, I will admit it

(And I’m very rarely wrong) There might just be a grain

of truth

As you’ve said all along . . . It can’t be a coincidence I’ve seen the strangest things A sprinkling of rainbow dust A glimpse of faery wings. They’re not so shy now — not

a bit;

Appear at any time

I’m sure I saw one as I pegged Wet washing on the line. And yesterday, as I

was planting Seedlings in their beds, A rustle came from nearby and I glimpsed a tiny head. She gave me such a

pretty smile

Then disappeared from view, I sat up quite bemusedly Not knowing what to do. Should I now introduce myself? Make friends with faery folk? (If this should get out, I expect My name will be a joke ... ) But then I thought, I’m

being daft

They know me, I can tell.

If I watch them, then they

watch me

It’s working very well.

I’ll keep my distance, know

my place,

Respect their faery ways, A peaceful co-existence then Twixt humans and the fae. And now we have a squirrel And a bunny and a mouse, They all seem tame, don’t

run away As I view from the house. They frolic on the patch

of grass

Outside the potting shed. At first I thought I’d scare

them off, but Watched them play instead. As they capered, the little folk Came out from where

they’d been

They flew onto the

creatures’ backs

Made such a pretty scene. They romped around

the garden

Flying in between the plants, The creatures darting

with them

In a kind of whirling dance. My lovely, magic, potting shed Was really heaven-sent.

It cost a bit but rarely has been Money better spent. We co-exist in harmony The little folk and I,

They have their own

enchanting world

And I’m content in mine.