Can I stay a while?
As Rose wakes up in the middle of the night
something is tickling her nose. What’s that?
Where did it come from, the little being
that whispers, ‘sorry I could not help it
that it was your pretty nose I’d landed on?
I saw your window standing open as I flew by
and because I was tired, I went inside.
Can I stay a while?’ ‘That would be nice.
I’d like that fine, dear fairy, since it was today
I learned to write your letter f in style.’