Discovered on the tip of my nose this morning
was a fairy.
“Hello, I’m a fairy,” said the fairy.
“I don’t believe in you,” I said.
“I believe in you,” she said and off she flew
Into the blue blue afternoon she flew;
A new one, a new one, afternoon…
“I’m not real!” she said in flight,
“I’m a creature of your mind.”
“I’m not real!” she said in fright,
“I’m of the artists’ replikind:
A blend of pretty things you find.”
Indeed a cluttered fluttered mind
To Edelweiss and idleby,
But was it just a butterfly?