A dryad I knew
\nWho enjoyed morning dew
\nShe washed in its coolness
\nAnd had taken the view
\nThat she could see further
\nFrom her wooded realm
\nWhere a woodpecker friend
\nOften did overwhelm<\/p>\n
Her and some others
\nWho supposedly
\nGave fox gloves to foxes
\nYou see, They magically
\nBecame a feature
\nIn hen houses they
\nThat\u2019s the foxes
\nCould tentatively
\nEnter
\nThey say
\nBut more and more studies
\nConvince me that foxes
\nAre never invisible
\nThe flowers though might be
\nGlove like in order
\nTo attract the Bee
\nWho falls into their lair
\nAnd pollen then coats
\nHis tiny hairs
\nPollination one notes<\/p>\n
It\u2019s what life\u2019s about
\nIn the great wooded sphere
\ndryads come hither
\nAnd wither with fear
\nDrinking birch wine for supper
\nAnd a strong puff ball tea
\nIn the land of the fey
\nWhere we all love to be.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
A dryad I knew Who enjoyed morning dew She washed in its coolness And had taken the view That she could see further From her wooded realm Where a woodpecker friend Often did overwhelm Her and some others Who supposedly … Continue reading