what are you hiding, little troll
your green eyes so dark and serious
seldom you speak in your soft, low voice
and i thought i was shy
don’t burrow beneath my dry, dead leaves
you’ll muss your barkbrown hair
why are you hiding, little troll —
are you even really over there?
I like this! Reminds me of Antigonish by William Hughes Mearns.
Adorable. I love the imagery here.
This is so sweet!