The house was cold, from way back stark,

When fairies roamed, they lived in fright.

The room was dark, a pending hark,

some whippoorwills amuck in flight.

These fairies lived among the dirt

With worms and bugs, they loved their life.

But having fear, they lived in hurt,

And death was easy, filled with rife.

Instead of fixing for them all

The fairies found, what’s best for them

And so they learned from those in thrall

They followed those who filled with phlegm.

Knock, knock, knock, in rapid muck,

-The worms, they danced if not in luck.-

They trembled, sore, as they did know,
The fairies, here, in walls, they grow.

And so the walls, they danced with love.

The worms below, they crawled the night.

And high above them, cried a dove,

“For you must leave or live in fright.”

The walls, they crumbled, leaving care,

They left, those fairies cold and bare.

The world behind them, dull and dim,

Confusing, old with ‘jerky’ stim.

An awkward scene, those walls did move,

With broken crumbs, they left a groove.

Now mean, these fairies, lurched in cold,

They move in lonesome, sole and bold.

The worms, they wonder where they are, 

Their home is gone. It’s near or far?

And mold and rained and deep at night,

They live alone in forest’s fright.

The whippoorwills, they peer on grounds,

To find their lunches, wriggled dirt.

And wormy lust, they dive in sounds

And squeeze the guts until they hurt.

The fairies moved their walls of life 

To ample places less with strife.

And unbeknownst of ‘lower’ forms,

For worms mean not as they are ‘norms.’ 

So fairies know in ignorance

What’s not around in times of hence.

They laugh and live as warmth would let

On beaches honed for what made sense.

And so the worms, they die in fright

And whippoorwills, they muscle might.

They fly to warmer water, nice

Where fairies fled to leave their strife.

The whippoorwills, they hunger now,

And eat, for flight, a draining flock.

And ate in hunger, like a sow,

The fairies there, as full in stock.