Draw me a picture of
Passion long sore past
Of swift cold winds
From a north cold, fast
Outline the future
Bright or short
Of a Princess bold
Strong from Fablehaven court
Show cat’s curt tails curlicuing
Aloof lithesome beast
Awaiting the master servant
Next hot feast
Wonder with a line draft
Wine glass down and paintbrush raised
More ochre more fire more enscene
The next promise amazed
Sally Gossamer Wingstep heard a most curious sound,
It came from beyond the wilderness copse, over, about, and around;
When Sally flew around the last tree a wonder she could see
A greying Fablehaven hound softly baying at a prone bumblebee.
Sally risked to go closer to inspect this quite usual sight—
Instantly she flew for Johnny H. Beekeeper in a quite frenzied flight.
Can he find the resolution for a bee brought down so low?
If he lacks the right solution, where then could she ever go?
Johnny was tending keen to the so new garden green—
Petite pois on the trellis, coifed and coiled like you’ve never seen,
Tomates on the vine, carrots long and tall, blueberries arching high;
And Johnny’s prized honeycombs, so grand as to make a master bumble bee sigh,
And cousin-once-removed baby Amber Grace with the prettiest wee fairy face
Was flutter-skurrying in and out of plants and was just all over the place!
“Johnny, O Johnny”, Sally cried to her family friend with sure pride
“Come quick with me to see this poor poor bee, laid low and curled to one side.”
Finding hard-working Katje to attend their baby Amber Grace
Sally and Johnny flew straight off to the far away wooded place
With simple mind and quiet grace, John approached the curled up bee
But twas nothing more could be done, was plain and simple to see.
“Let’s take him home” offered John to Sally’s slow honoring tears,
Nodding, Sally looked for brambles to build a sled as for one’s peers.
A far off buzz grew nearer, the Wild Hive had come to find their brother;
A rippling peace reigned as Bumble Bee and Fairy regarded one another.
John and Sally backed away bowing as the Bumble Bees took up the reins
The bees would long remember how those aloof fairies had taken such pains.
The old Fablehaven hound bayed again as the sled disappeared around the wooded copse;
Sally and John made their long slow way back to home and the fairy-grown crops.
Sally made her thank you’s and kissed wee Amber Grace
Quite a wonder to see how Honor and Love forever bless this place.
Just a hint of Fall pushed thru the leaves
A glint on a spare drop of rain broke the dawn
A sigh with a crunch of sheets and the kettle was on
Passing the sugar bowl with a blush of fulfilled beliefs
Sally Gossamer Wingstep will wed today
In a copse overlooking Fablehaven
Most everyone arrived on time, tears and smiles
Most from nearby some flew many many miles
No one stirred except a spare goat and lost raven
Sally Gossamer Wingstep wed today
Fireflies announced nuptials complete
Margarita cheesecake and fairyfolk beer
A party magnificent, all in good cheer
Sally’s eyes captured her Marcus’s eyes sweet
Sally Gossamer Wingstep has wed
Off to the sea the newly paired flew off—
Jonathan waxed with web a story keen
All knew the story but listened to the happy scene
But twas time to go announced a listless cough
Sally Gossamer Wingstep-Featherstone is now wed