During the day I looked for curves in the trail nooks clearings where no one had ever ventured before; in the daytime my fairies and dwarfs dwelt only in places untouched by man
but always the track of a wheel, the print of a boot, a horseshoe would turn up... we always found wild strawberries crushed, raspberries scattered by some passerby.
Unaware of mysterious paths, alas, not once did I glimpse my elves
they never found out how I loved them, how close I was to them. Gleeful, faithful spirits, somersaulting through the flour and preserves
night after night
while we forgetful stumbling moongazers slept.