A Visitor Poem by Rose Fyleman
A Visitor
I HEARD a little tiny noise behind the cup-
board door
And something soft and small and quick
flashed right across the floor.
The day had very nearly gone and I could
hardly see ;
I do so wish that it would come again to visit
me ;
The whole day long I've looked and looked
and looked about the house,
I think it was a fairy. Nurse thinks it was a
mouse.
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