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Who could live inside this house?
Perhaps it’s meant, for a wee mouse
No, even he would be too big
To sit upon the tiny twig
That leads up to the open door
My finger fits, but nothing more
I can’t imagine what could be
Inside this house, upon this tree
I could knock, then wait a few
I guess it’s something I could do
Knock, knock, knock, there’s no reply
Giving up, I heave a sigh
Maybe it’s just here for show
And there really is no one to know
Author’s note: My husband found this little ornament hanging on a tree in one of my favorite places, Laurelwood Arboretum. Someone had a sense of humor!
Photo and poem ©2016 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
I have Fairy Cloths that the Fairies will love
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Such a lovely poem to that little house your husband found. Very cute!
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It’s actually a miniature Christmas ornament. I think Santa dropped it off 😉
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That makes it all even more magical ✨
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I agree 🙂 ✨ ✨
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it’s very cute. I know in our yard it would be the perfect home for sugar ants.
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If they can get in lol the hole is closed 🙂
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So here I am, moved way off into this tree, and I still cant get any quite, people always poking their finger in my door! Hmpf!
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LOL 🙂
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Oh, it just must be fairies!!! Today a tiny tiny wing came sailing in my window, and it must have been a fairy wing! 😄💖😊💖. Adore the poem! 💖
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Thank you, Trini!! I love how you look at things, always a bright spot ❤ 🙂
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😄😄😄
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