A Winter-Day's Dream
mh   1/28/98


I was gently napping in my chair 
one chilly Winter-Day
When I slipped out of sleep to spy a Sprite:
one inch tall with long turquoise hair.

He strolled right up and mounted my toe;
my foot was a mountain to him, I suppose.
He waved his tiny arms - I believed him trying to speak,
yet my ears so big could not hear his shouts so weak.

Without moving my foot (his country),
I opened the desk drawer beside me
and retrieved a magnifying glass, a needle pin,
a jar of ink, and a sheet of paper thin.

I laid the card beside the little man,
dipped the pin in the ink and handed it to him.
When he was done I held his work to my glass
"Prepare to defend yourself!" it read in a scribbled hand.

He expressly began trekking up the slope,
using my worn shoelaces as rope.
I began thinking this affair a tad queer
after he started scaling my leg by the hairs.

"What do you want, my friend?"
my whisper was to him a wind.
Once more I handed him tools to write,
His reply:  "To fight and claim you for the Land of Sprites"

Although I found it interesting, his strange scheme,
I thumped him off
and slipped back to sleep -
to the Land of Dreams.