The Furry Princess Fairy’s not often seen:
She rises within the glory of the morn
And tiptoes pure as desires are ever born
Upon an emerald garden eternally inexperienced.
The grasses kiss her toesies, every toe bean
And each dewdrop weeps, as a result of, forlorn,
She glides above them, mushy and dry, airbourne
As pansy petals…. and she or he’s by no means imply !
Her pure antennae whiskers rise above
Her magical magnificent demesne:
They take heed to the opposite elves who glide
Invisibly round her. We know of
Just one most up-to-date sighting and we lean
Towards heaven realizing that we’re close to her pleasure.
Author notes
Recently a good friend posted a outstanding {photograph} on Facebook, proving she actually exists! She resembles a meowgnificent cat proper in entrance of two silver dandelion flowers !
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