Elf

The illusion of time is preying upon my restless concious self
Giving rise to further imaginings such as an evasive wild elf
Creature of the night are not always truly dark eternal souls
This little urchin of the faeries just determined to chase moles

She is still running around on my patch of soggy wet grass
When moonlight breaks of cloud to reflect on window glass
Screams of joy awaken me to realisation of the creatures plight
As the Elven girl dives into the small hole and is lost from sight

Gnomes are motionless without comment or audible sound
Though other more mystical creatures arrive to gather round
Now visible are unicorns, ogres and even a great dragons wings
As that little elf riding her captured mole now laughs and sings

Darkness gives to the grey light of another damp autumn day
The creatures disperse to their hides yet the elf wants to stay
Mole is let go and seems reluctant to disappear into the earth
If only we humans shared the little elf’s merriment and mirth