The Enchanted Box

• Jasminder Daley, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2016

A pixie sat there that night
Faintly, lit by the moonlight
Beside him in the bushes I hid
Curiously, I stared at him
As he creeped towards the tree trunk
Deeper into the bushes I sunk
Everyone knows pixies sleep in the day
So off he went to play
But he left a tiny, white box behind
I grabbed it, ignoring any warnings in my mind
When I got home I knew something was not right
My hand felt unnecessarily light
I screamed, the tree's leaves nearly fell off
The box still sat on my arm feeling soft
As soon as it touched my skin it faded away
My body decayed, I hope I will come back someday