This poem was first published by “Naturewriting“
Him: What are you staring at?
She: Look, isn’t that beautiful?
Him: They are indeed pretty mushrooms.
She: No, they are not mushrooms.
Him: Say what?
She: They are apartments where fairies live. It’s a fairies complex.
She: Look at that.
Him: I see it.
She: It’s an interesting tree trunk.
Him: It’s a witch pot.
She: Say what?
Him: A pot where witches brew their magic. They have hidden the ladle so that the fairies won’t interfere with their rituals.
© Gloria D. Gonsalves