A Fox and kits, a home, have found, a place, part, of enchanted ground.
They're safe, protected, from all harm; they live, in peace, 'neath Fairies' charm!
No hunter, with his baying hounds, will portal, find, for door is bound,
with spell, to keep all danger, 'way, for fierce, in love, are hearts, of Fae!
The foxes, to escape the death, that stalks them, when men's hearts, bereft, of pity, hunt, for wicked sport, have desperate need, of secret port!
Safe Mama fox draws in, sweet air, in happiness, beyond compare.
And her kits play, free, from the fear, that haunted her, 'fore she came, here.
Above them, little Fairies fly, and sing sweet, lilting lullabies, and babbling brook, its secrets, shares, with fat green frog, who's listening, there.
Wildflowers, purple, send their scent, to waft, in airy element,
and bless the eye, with hue's delight, and cuddle Fairies, close, at night.
An ancient Tree, great power, unleashed, has grown huge roots, around that niche, (that portal, where pure joy is found, that portal, to enchanted ground)!
And Fairies, through that portal, flit, to creatures, find, in need, of it, and lead them, to where sweet peace reigns, and where, they'll ne'er feel fear, again!
They're safe, protected, from all harm; they live, in peace, 'neath Fairies' charm!
No hunter, with his baying hounds, will portal, find, for door is bound,
with spell, to keep all danger, 'way, for fierce, in love, are hearts, of Fae!
The foxes, to escape the death, that stalks them, when men's hearts, bereft, of pity, hunt, for wicked sport, have desperate need, of secret port!
Safe Mama fox draws in, sweet air, in happiness, beyond compare.
And her kits play, free, from the fear, that haunted her, 'fore she came, here.
Above them, little Fairies fly, and sing sweet, lilting lullabies, and babbling brook, its secrets, shares, with fat green frog, who's listening, there.
Wildflowers, purple, send their scent, to waft, in airy element,
and bless the eye, with hue's delight, and cuddle Fairies, close, at night.
An ancient Tree, great power, unleashed, has grown huge roots, around that niche, (that portal, where pure joy is found, that portal, to enchanted ground)!
And Fairies, through that portal, flit, to creatures, find, in need, of it, and lead them, to where sweet peace reigns, and where, they'll ne'er feel fear, again!
Donna L. Ferguson Dudley, copyright 2019 4/23/19
Art, by Susan Schroder Arts
Art, by Susan Schroder Arts
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