Campfire with Faeries

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The bacon and the sausages sizzling and spitting,

A warming blaze roasts the blessed meat to share,

Companions circling the fire engaged in stimulating conversation.

The group trickster sneakily throws in crackers without reservation,

Resounding bangs shock the timid of the pack.

Amused by the trick a band of unseen watchers appear,

Causing smiles to spread from ear to ear.

"The Fair Folk have arrived!"

They shout gleefully,

Spaces are cleared and plates put down,

Faeries fill them gratefully.

Cheer and laughter abound,

The topics varied and bright,

The guests stay til the first sign of light.

One kind soul enquires,

"Why must you disappear?"

He receives a reply, calm and gentle,

"We walk not in the sun I fear,

But return again with open sight,

And we shall visit another night."

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