Some Fae I

Come Yuletide

in the Southern cities

some fae dance

and weave crowns

of juniper, holly, magnolia.

Cut soda cans into twisting strips with their talons.

And some fae, come Yuletide,

sleep finally, after a year of riding on the backs of stray city animals

steering them out of harm’s way.

These fae herders

sleep through Christmas.