Photo submited to the Foxcity Chanllenge #10
"She had the day to wander so
she strolled the forest edge, heard
the mirth of fairies long at play,
saw a tea house and a soothing melody inviting
her to step in and ask, Can I come? Can I play?
They taught her fairy tales and sang
hand-clapping games down by the brook.
But morning-glory petals started
folding, the day was closing, evening coming
and with heavy steps she had to
turn away. I cannot play.
I cannot play. "