Are the strawberries ready yet?
A nose twitched through the green
The King of Summer waiting still
To taste his garden’s gleam.
I am the helper of Summer’s King,
A loyal friend of fae.
I watch your garden day and night,
Through March, April, and May.
If you see me sniffing here,
Treat me with gentle grace
For I’m no bunny, soft and shy,
But a herald from a hidden place.
And if you have a message sweet,
I’ll carry it with utmost care
To bring you summer’s fullest joy,
With birds and pollen in the air.