By Sue Cardwell
There’s a pixie at the bottom of my garden
in the evening I can hear her softly sing,
I often stand and listen for my pixie
and wonder what surprises she will bring.
It’s best to see her just before the sun sets
but if you blink she may have passed you by,
she’ll hide among the flowers and the grasses
afraid to show herself for she is shy.
Now pixies I’ve been told can cause some mischief
but mine it seems does nothing cruel or bad,
she fills my heart with happiness and laughter
and makes me smile whenever I feel sad.
I spend an evening sitting in my garden
and wait until the stars begin to glow,
she’ll match them with the brilliance of her flying,
for it’s special pixie magic that’s on show.