ElfSama

Ten graceful dancers bound and bourree about my abode every day. I watch them in the mornings, tiny fairy feet snapping to an unheard beat. They march across my chest and flit through my unkept hair, playing in the tangled forest up there, but after I have showered and the day has begun, they help me tame the gnarled brush my hair has become. I see them kick off their petite little games when we are dressed and done, there’s a hunger in those little bellies that my pancakes simply cannot overcome. They are ravenous, but not for the flesh of berries or beasts. No, these ten tiny dancers would rather dive down deep to feast! And dive they do, out in the garden, where they flit from flower to flower as busy as combees. Leaping off pretty petals and delving into soft top soil knuckles deep. I watch them when I have time throughout my occupied day. As my uneven gait crosses the yard or sweet sweat dribbles down to my jaw, as my arms trust an axe to split a log, I sneak little peeks, a peep