For Love of the Fairies

For Love of the Fairies

A frequent runaway,

the boy child fair,

with eyes of blue,

grin so wide.

He wasn't mine,

but popped in

 now and again.

Pity I took

on the poor boy

so pretty,

watching as he

scarfed down 

the edge of my door.

I fed him a meal,

threw a blanket his way.

He would stay for a day,

sometimes two,

go away.

We continued the dance

for many a month

before I saw the truth.

The lies, the thefts,

the sly, charming smile

covering meagerness of spirit

I had taken for guile.

If I scolded,

a tear would appear.

Apologies professed,

my forgiveness assured

by a sniffling testament that here,

 he felt so secure.

It went for a year,

this give and this take,

more often the damage,

more reluctant my stake.

One fine morning in May,

arriving home very early

from spending the night

on a date with the Moon,

I paused at my at my gate,

unsure with unease,

when from inside the cottage

came a sound of such pain!

I paused at the window,

took a peek through the glass.

With horror I looked

at the scene taking place.

There on the floor

sat blond boy so comely

pulling wings off of fairies

 and spouting with glee!

My tea partner gasped

as I paused in my tale,

"What a ghastly little creature

to use your heart so!

A monster most vile,

a bad boy, no good!"

Pouring milk in my cup

and adding a lump,

I smiled my sweet smile,

looked back at my friend.

"Oh, but my Dear,

you are certainly wrong.

He was, indeed, very good,

so tender, so savory,

and so too,

 the gravy."

Dragonfly Wing Photo
by
Adrimas51ZenDoodles