Please meet my friend Hairy Nose,
And I’m Fairy Flower just the same…
I care for what’s growing…
Or should I suppose…
Still I prefer to flutter under a grown-up’s nose…
Till sneeze does cause splutter..,.
As then I catch wind,
It shoots me right into the garden dying…Or is it in fall repose…I’m lying…
I would be dying if I expressed care,
I more prefer to be in the young ones hair…
And pretty adorn…
Till I see a grown up yawn…
Then back under nose,
To catch wind, enough for a fun ride across the lawn…
Before Hairy’s the wiser…
I’m gone.

Jennave Belleu Coz©2006

Sacramento California USA

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