i woke up this morning
to find a fairy floating
in and out of my line of rhyme

with the slightest bit of fussing
she commenced to fairy dusting
over all the poetic gems she hoped to find

with pure elegance and timing
in her finding of the rhyming
words this lovely fairy eats and breathes

she can not help this that controls her soul
an urgency this fairy knows
all too well she must pay it heed

always is this fairy's pleasure
to  find this rhyming hidden treasure
amongst the rows in this her field of poem

she takes the ones she can't live without
adds them to all wanderlust allows
before she spreads her tiny wings and heads back home


knowing once again, a job well done...