My wackiest, wildest of dreams 🧚‍♀️

As I see you with your folklore friends, frenziedly flying..within fantastical fascination

But can my wide open eyes, unintentionally be deceiving me?

As I was led to believe that Fairies and Folklore, are meant to be impossible to see…

Well whatever the whether, and whether you are really there or not

There are green cannonball cabbages and plump, juicy cucumbers, that are missing from my vegetable plot?

Perhaps you are all little vegetarians, foraging for the fresh, goodness of my greens?

Harvesting underneath that pale moonlight, in amidst those silhouettes of yon shadowy sheens

Awwww I do not mind at all if you are helping yourselves, to my homegrown food

Goodness me, if I truly have tiny Fairies living at the bottom of my garden, Oh my giddiant!!..this is so good!!!

And I will not tell a living soul, that I know you actually exist

Haha not that anyone would ever take me seriously, though they very seldom do..if you get my gist?

So carry on ducking and diving, pirouetting and thriving, swimming in my feathered friends, broken bird bath streams