Dancing With Pixies: Woezel and Pip

Thursday, December 2, 2010

Woezel and Pip

The latest editions to Pee Wee's Rest. I know what you are all thinking...and I say to you "they were calling my name"... My morning regime now includes darting about the garden to find worms which have surfaced to enjoy the rain. These furry angels dance very excitably at the sight of their wriggly breakfast.
Luca and Trooper especially love their new feathered friends.

2 comments:

MelDecember 3, 2010 at 9:05 PM
I can only confirm that they called out to you!
I'l love to see you dart about to gather their breakfast. -x-
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Smilie girlDecember 4, 2010 at 2:38 AM
Super cute! You have the best names for your pets.
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Wouldn't you all like to have danced with a Pixie?

Have e'er seen the Pixies, the folk not blest or banned?

They walk upon the waters; they sail upon the land,

They make the green grass greener where'er their footsteps fall,

The wildest hind in the forest comes at their call.

They steal from bolted linneys, they milk the key at grass,

The maids are kissed a-milking, and no-one hears them pass.

They flit from byre to stable and ride unbroken foals,

They seek out human lovers to win them souls.

The Pixies know no sorrow, the Pixies feel no fear,

They take no care for harvest or seedtime of the year;

Age lays no finger on them, the reaper time goes by

The Pixies, they who change not, grow old or die.

The Pixies though they love us, behold us pass away,

And are not sad for flowers they gathered yesterday,

Today has crimson foxglove; if purple hose-in-hose

Withered last night, tomorrow will have its rose.