My Folklore Fantasy 🧚‍♀️

In and out of those purple hollyhocks in the middle of my grassy lawn

I really thought my sleepy eyes were deceiving me

When I was startled by surprise at what I actually did see

I was worn out and weary coz I hadn’t slept a wink

But when I heard whispering gobbledygook, well this certainly made me think !!

What on earth was that cluttering up my garden path ? 

Those fragile flourescent wings hovering over my birdbath ? 

I must have counted at least a dozen or maybes more

Small sprites and petite pixies straight from a fairytale folklore

Oh my goodness gracious me.. this lot had to be the loveliest thing that I could ever see.. 

I stopped for ages hiding behind my wooden shed, as I was spellbound in captivation.. was my mind mislead ? 

But I didn’t just see them all playing.. I heard them too

This lot made the strangest squeaky sounds that I had ever knew..”

“A-ringling and a-tingling” in a melodious way

Mind you I was completely baffled at what they did say

So ever since that delightful day and it wasn’t long ago

I look out for my little visitors with their magical glow

Alas I haven’t seen them again but I will forever live in hope, that they will come back to my flower bed to entertain

Shiny, sparkled sprites no bigger than half a little matchstick