Friday, November 27, 2009
The Leprechaun arrives
from the dust that floats
above the lowly ground
Over the dust, rests a crown,
of self manifested pride.
A knock on the door
A shiver on the ply
Who is this who meets my unexpecting eye?
The leprechaun stands there unannounced
With bags parked on the floor.
Unspeaking, on the ground.
The room’s unsettled
But we’ll find a place where you can stay.
After all, this is a friendly town.
The leaves outside are fluttering
This isn’t autumn, and of course not spring!
It seems a bit nippy.
But a Leprechaun
a bit like a hippy had been wandering around.
Does he get a welcome, in this tiny township
Does he mix with the crowd?
Get used to the flurry
Or packed to leave in a hurry
Whispers a goodbye, flying above the lowly ground.