Elfling

A cool breeze awakens a tiny creature
Perched in the bobbing head of a
Poppy.
No longer asleep,
She lifts her head, stretching to see over
The rosy petals,
Ears pricked, eyes shining.
Those who listen closely and believe
May hear her bell-like laughter
As she watches the tiny bees dance,
And say,
“It must be a fairy.”
But to others,
The lovely sound is but
The wind in the nearby
Trees.