Little Fairy Circles
Each and every morning
As I make my way across The Green
I realise that they’ve been here again
Leaving their traces to be seen
Perfect twinkling circles
That hadn’t been there the night before
Catching the early morning sunshine
I wonder what they’re lying here for
Pizza boxes, cans and bottles
As far as the eye can see
Evidence that they walked amongst us
Arranged in perfect symmetry
What are they trying to tell us?
What strange message from the gods?
Or is it just untidy bloody teenagers
And other messy little sods?
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