Monday, February 15, 2016


She takes to airs at evenings close
With gossamer wing and jewelled hose
Her steed is fearsome in its waspish garb
But it has no sting with which to barb
She surveys the world atop her drone
Now the last of her kind; completely alone
She sits high and regal astride his furry back
Silver princess upon yellow and black
And what a sight for us mortals to see
An elfin fairy riding upon a bumblebee