As I sat upon a mountain glade
I chanced upon a fairy raid.
There's beauty and joy and danger to see,
Danger at least for a mortal like me.
Though music was played I could hear none
As Sunday's faded and moonlight shone.
The Fairy King and Queen passed on by,
Raised upon oak leaves, servants held them high.
I saw fairies drink from acorn cups provided by the trees,
Though tired and thirsty none was offered,
From any of them to me.
Then the fairies arose and formed a ring
And a tiny creature began to sing.
Soon the dancing was fast and free
I was dizzy but watched with glee.
Then all too soon the dawn light appeared
And before my eyes the fairies cleared.
I felt forlorn to see them go
Fairy folk put on quite a show.
Where they went to I can't be sure
I'll only tell you what I saw.
This is one of a set I have written. I thought hard about posting this in light of people stealing work but my work is all copyrighted and as a member of a writing group I have independently documented proof that this is mine So No Stealing!!