The Pixie is Leaving

The Pixie is Leaving

So grown up today

Crisped up in grown up clothes

future office ready

she is leaving one leaf hop at a time

popping nestwards in between hops

leaves quiver as if she is a raindrop

In Ottery St Mary there is still a Pixy Day

where the bell ringers are captured in the parlour

and rescued by the Vicar

My girl has given up her Pictish Woad

She has given up her Dartmoor colt

and greening the grass wherever she treads

This morning she doubted the safety of the world

its so dangerous being a girl

Not if you guard your drinks love

stay with your friends

and feel quite able to say

"no thanks, but do have a good evening"

Besides which we both know she can run and kick like Kanga

and has a fabulous vocabulary should spoiling the milk

with a sharp tongue ever be

required