When you least expect them. <br />the little people are there. <br />Maybe you feel them in your chair, <br />or slipping up behind you, <br />or you catch a glimpse of them <br />reflected in a crystal dewdrop. <br />Or maybe you hear their laughter <br />in the whisper of the wind, and <br />you think, 'Couldn't be! <br />It was only my imagination.<br /><br />Scarlett Treat<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mary-s-little-people/
