Purrsday Poetry: The Furry Princess Fairy

The Furry Princess Fairy’s not often seen:
She rises within the glory of the morn
And tiptoes pure as desires are ever born
Upon an emerald garden ceaselessly inexperienced.
The grasses kiss her toesies, every toe bean
And each dewdrop weeps, as a result of, forlorn,
She glides above them, tender and dry, airbourne
As pansy petals…. and he or she’s by no means imply !

Her pure antennae whiskers rise above
Her magical magnificent demesne:
They take heed to the opposite elves who glide
Invisibly round her. We all know of
Only one most up-to-date sighting and we lean
In direction of heaven figuring out that we’re close to her satisfaction.

Creator notes

Not too long ago a pal posted a exceptional {photograph} on Fb, proving she actually exists! She resembles a meowgnificent cat proper in entrance of two silver dandelion flowers !