"There are no Fairies in my garden,
or rather I've seen none yet.
But I keep a look out,
in case I miss one with regret.
There is a king of magic,
beneath our cherry tree.
In amongst the flowers,
with butterfly and bee.
Blackbird in the evergreen,
nesting out of sight.
Blue *** in the bird box,
colourful and bright.
A tiny mouse hides in the corner,
taking refuge from a cat.
As it prances round the lawn,
from the nearby flat.
We have some garden lights,
don't look much in day.
They twinkle in the dark,
we hope the fairies play.
So in my retirement,
I set imagination free.
That's when to my amazement,
A flutter of Fairies I could see."