The Pixy 

Start the race!  Let’s run!
The smart winds blow
and the dry leaves soon
flash as kids in a row
playing at the pale sun
of the autumn afternoon.
Althought some had been caught
in a pond halfway,
the gang went along, a lot
looping quick as a ray.
Some leaves flew, strode,
others went leveling the gray
ground of the broomed road..
The spinning guys
throw handfuls of sand
in my startled eyes.
What a daring band!
This way, I am not sure
if I have really seen
the artful face of a bristling 
pixy, dressed on green,
who ( the grandmas assure )
travels smoking and whistling
his tune as a sweet lure,
at the middle of the whirlwind.

---2006© Franklin Magalhaes--------------------------------------