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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 A Lost Pixie Finds Home<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n She awoke thinking about \u00a0this.<\/p>\n He\u2019s been gone long enough to miss.<\/p>\n There was a whisper of light.<\/p>\n A rare thing since it was night.<\/p>\n The moon was full, time to collect.<\/p>\n She never left this to neglect.<\/p>\n She was alone in the down under.<\/p>\n She could still hear rain and thunder.<\/p>\n Tonight, though, it was warm pleasure.<\/p>\n Time to look for more treasure.<\/p>\n She arose, washed her face, hands, & feet.<\/p>\n She didn\u2019t look for food to eat.<\/p>\n She got her box with light within.<\/p>\n Off she went, her face had a grin.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n She is Auril, a pixie. Named by him.<\/p>\n She didn\u2019t have a name till then.<\/p>\n No memory of her past exists.<\/p>\n All her knowledge is just this.<\/p>\n She didn\u2019t know she was a pixie.<\/p>\n Though, very small, this she could see.<\/p>\n She was like those above.<\/p>\n Like him, except he didn\u2019t shove.<\/p>\n He rubbed against the world.<\/p>\n Yet, he accepted her and she was thrilled.<\/p>\n She only knew herself, no others.<\/p>\n This was her world. She knew no mother.<\/p>\n Silent things were her company.<\/p>\n They all impressed her. One could see.<\/p>\n She knew each thing had a special vibe.<\/p>\n She could read this far and wide.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n She made her way out of down under.<\/p>\n Watchful not to attract like thunder.<\/p>\n She slipped off into the woods.<\/p>\n In search of food & what she could.<\/p>\n She went where she hadn\u2019t been before.<\/p>\n A space in the trees,— like a door.<\/p>\n Moonlight guided her path.<\/p>\n Then, she heard a little laugh.<\/p>\n Quiet as moss growing on a rock,<\/p>\n she slipped up to the spot.<\/p>\n It was like she was drawn there.<\/p>\n There was laughter & singing in the air.<\/p>\n A pond with a waterfall at one end.<\/p>\n Fairies and pixies were swimming within.<\/p>\n Some were sitting on the shore.<\/p>\n Behind them were even more.<\/p>\n They were giving off vibes, bright.<\/p>\n Singing and playing in the moonlight.<\/p>\n She quietly slipped down among them.<\/p>\n All of them stopped and began to grin.<\/p>\n \u201cOur lost sister has finally come home.\u201d<\/p>\n Auril said \u201cWhat?,\u201d Then she was shown.<\/p>\n \u201cYour mother & you were caught by men.<\/p>\n Long ago. We felt we wouldn\u2019t see you again.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWe felt your essence when we came back\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cBut, we didn\u2019t know where you were at.\u201d<\/p>\n \u2018Every full moon, we would come, all of us.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHoping you would be drawn here thus.<\/p>\n \u201cSo here you are, back at last, where you belong\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIt has been years since you have been gone.\u201d<\/p>\n She told them she had no memory of her past.<\/p>\n They said her mother\u2019s essence winked out fast.<\/p>\n They knew that she had died, or was killed.<\/p>\n Still, your essence, had not been fulfilled.<\/p>\n She told them how a man had named her.<\/p>\n How he came, at times, just to make sure<\/p>\n she was o.k. Otherwise, he left her to herself.<\/p>\n The fairies and pixies prayed for his health.<\/p>\n \u201cSuch a man is rare.\u201d they said.<\/p>\n \u201cHe didn\u2019t let it all go to his head\u201d<\/p>\n So, ends the story of the lost pixie.<\/p>\n She made it home like it should be.<\/p>\n As an afterthought, she saw the man again.<\/p>\n She thanked him &. wished the best for him.<\/p>\n \u201cIf others treated fairies & pixies like that.\u201d<\/p>\n She said,\u201d it would be a different world. It\u2019s a fact.”<\/p>\n ———————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2015)<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 A Lost Pixie Finds Home She awoke thinking about \u00a0this. He\u2019s been gone long enough to miss. There was a whisper of light. A rare thing since it was night. The moon was full, time to collect. She never left this to neglect. She was alone in the down under. 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