elf

I found you hiding out in the open,

peeking around petals,

ducking bees and butterflies.

Your ancient magic flutters,

misting through the bricks,

protecting hearth and home.

Shoes all tidy.

Clothes clean and folded.

Nuts cracked and shelled.

Dishes a-sparkle.

Done for the day.

Dusk brings completion.

Downtime for dwarfs.

I imagine you smoking a long pipe

when you aren't toiling 

at my care.

Red cap tilted at a rakish angle,

kerchief loosened,

buttons popped,

frothy ale to hand,

decorating your mustache,

coaxing a satisfied sigh.