Brownie
In a corner of the bedroom is a great big curtain,
Someone lives behind it, but I don’t know who;
I think it is a Brownie, but I’m not quite certain.
(Nanny isn’t certain, too.)
I looked behind the curtain, but he went so quickly –
Brownies never wait to say, “How do you do?”
They wriggle off at once because they’re all so tickly
(Nanny says they’re tickly too.)
I love Milne! His child-poems ring very true and aren’t patronising <3
I’ve missed several of your poetry postings, must go and catch up now xx
I was so utterly thrilled that I found a poem about BROWNIES! I was almost certain that wouldn’t be possible! ROFL Of course, there’s still kirin, naga and xylo-fae ahead … :-S