a misty morning’s magical maiden

in the smallest hours of the day
when hedgehogs
and unicorns are still at play,
you will find Her in the fog
composing odes
to polliwogs.

sit a while, and you may come to know
just what
you need to light your glow,
then move right
along, there are things to do:
the world awaits
the glory

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