The Crown in the Shadow

Late in the night, when all light turns dim,

Dark wings and claws might rise within.

In the back of the closet and under the bed,

Creatures are watching from behind your head.

Footsteps and growling can sometimes be heard,

Breathing and hissing like unspoken words.

But wait, if you listen, there’s a fairy around!

That shadow you see flickering back and forth on the ground!

Up on your dresser, what’s that? can it be?

It’s true! There’s a fairy, a tiny fairy you see.

“Don’t be afraid.” It whispers down low.

“I’m here with a message. I want you to know:”

With a still small voice the fairy tried to explain,

The mystery of the shadows, simple and plain.

“Not every shadow will be what it seems.

Not every shadow is actually mean.

Sometimes a shadow just shows what’s to come,

It’s just not yet ready and soon to be done.

With morning the dark will be brought into light.

For every new day is born first from the night.

God only knows what will come of tomorrow,

So hold to that hope; you can fly above sorrow.”

With that, and a smile, the Fairy flew away.

Rarely does a Fairy come by long to stay.

But notice in the dark of your room, you look down.

That scary pointy shadow, is actually a crown.

A prince lives in your closet and sleeps in there too.

The Fairy just left to tell him about you!

See, the Price fights the dark, and is never afraid.

He rests in his bed near the shadow You made.

So don’t be afraid when the lights all go out.

In the dark there’s a Prince and Fairies about.

New Book!

My Wife and I finished our first children’s book together! We would absolutely love to see people read it or buy it for someone as a gift. If you do, hit me up on twitter or in the comments here. Ge get yourself a copy on amazon and support the small self publishing authors (and artists).

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Butterflies Final Cover

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When the Injured Bird is Heard

It was late in the spring with the clouds drizzling

On a cold rainy day in the middle of May

When a bird tapped my window with something to say.

I opened the window to hear the bird talk

And could tell as he entered, he struggled to walk

I noticed his limping and knew he was hurt.

He also was dripping and needed a shirt.

“I don’t like the wind and rain!”

The young bird whimpered in pain.

“It’s difficult to fly so I stopped in a tree,

But the branch wasn’t dry so my grip slipped free.

I toppled right over to the branch right beside,

If I didn’t have wings I’d surely have died.”

I patiently listened while the bird told his story,

Then hastily told him to no longer worry.

“The rain can’t last long, for the sun will come back.

But stay here till it’s gone and we’ll both have a snack.”

He lifted his head and gave me a smile:

“Why thank you my Friend! I’ll stay for a while.”

With fruit in my hand I gave him the seeds.

With a toothpick and band I tended his needs.

I fashioned a cape to drape on his wings

So he could stay warm in the rain while he sings.

I ended up spending the day with my Friend

Till the sun went down and the day had to end.

So eventually my Friend had to leave me alone,

To return to his tree with a home of his own.

But I promised him shelter in all types of weather

And to show me his thanks my Friend left me a feather.