It is always fun to pretend to be a fairy, can be uplifting.
Fairies sometimes make their way into a poem of mine, and I don’t always know how they got there.
I like this next pose after to follow the first. When I sit again to write, my back is more able afterwards.
See, my cat Peeko is behind me on the ground level of his little tunnel.
I don’t know what fairies eat for lunch but it is time.