~written by Gretchen Bumber~
~recited by MontyQ
There is a place I know
Called the land of in-between,
It's only found at that hour
Between wake and dream.
When dusk has come
And filled the land with shadows,
Faeries emerge from wood and fern,
Filling all the glades and hollows,
Their arms are filled to overflowing;
With silver beads of dew,
And fine, fine threads of spiders silk,
And drams of golden hue.
They weave, they spin, they toil;
All the long night through.
Until they've cast the perfect spell
And made my cat dreams true.
They've given me a pair of faerie wings,
So very light and new.
I'll practice flight once a day,
So I can come see you.