The fairy girl and her mates set off on a journey
The red fox strides ahead
The black bear by her side
The fox and the bear decide the fairy girl -too young to see the carnage
Taking the roundabout route
They are to see a shaman about getting her real fairy wings
The fairy girl skips and giggles
Her laughter chimes in their ears
She sings songs and hugs their necks
The fox and the bear trudged through the slaughter
Smelt the scourged flesh
The fairy girl must never see any of this
Or she will never get her wings.
Imee, beautiful and deep – you managed to get a tear in my eye with this poem