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The Fisherman's Lament

Sailing across the ocean blue  Singing shanties with my merry crew We cast our nets into the briny waters To provide for our wives, sons, and daughters. But when are nets grew heavy and taut We heaved them up to see what we caught. And what did our accursed eyes behold? Fish with scales that glistened like gold. We cheered as our nets burst at the seams. We were rich beyond our wildest dreams! But my heart quickly sank to the sea floor As I recalled the warning we got days before. “Should you ever catch fishes of gold Remember the ancient warnings of old: Release them and don’t be slaves to greed Lest you anger the Merfolk with a selfish deed.” With heavy heart, I reminded my crew Of the solemn warning from Old Ms. Rue. They laughed and said, “It’s just an old wives tale!” And our captain said, “Homeward we sail!” I warned them that this was a foolish deed But my voice was one they chose not to heed. As they started to sail home with childish glee A great shadow loomed below the su...
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Dragonflies Are Pixies

The dragonflies I see fly around

In a small green field where dandelions abound.

Circling and diving in cool morning air

Dancing on and on without a care.


They could be after prey

Like the gnats that fly in the day

But I have some theories

One being that the dragonflies are really pixies


The pixies wear a magic disguise

As unassuming dragonflies

So that they can dance in plain sight

Of the dangerous humans without fright.


Pixies love to explore and dance

To flutter about and prance.

But they cannot do that in pixie form

Like in their world where it’s the norm.


If they didn’t wear disguises, 

They’d be captured in human vices

And be pinned in display cases

Like butterflies hung in people's living spaces.


So they hide in plain sight

And flutter about day and night.

Knowing most humans will leave them in peace

Most of their unease can cease.


So whenever I see a dragonfly

In groups or alone on the fly

I think, The pixies have come again today,

And happily go my way.

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