The Fay // Ash Barton

By Ash Barton

Fays are devious tricksters With pointed toes and gnawing teeth Ivy eyes of jealous green Oleanders flowers dawn there prickly ears Their innocent cheek can fool the friendly Their giant wings only there when angry The dead trees warn they’re near Even the boldest fear Their fiercer than a troll And much more cruel Tongues slipped in two Hissing their shrew A child's tongue is their favorite snack Therefore you’ll never get it back All day long they set their traps And for you they give no craps They set their trap with a baby’s cry A trick the caring will buy As you follow the sound No baby will be found Sticky glue keeps you in place Maybe you’ll be the next cold case

21 Photo by Scarlett Warren