The Tale of the Toadstool

I think (but I'm not sure)
that maybe (I'm not certain)
I might have seen a tiny elf
peeping round a curtain.

Too small to be a mouse,
it might have been an elf,
living in a toadstool house
(and, yet, I doubt myself).

I think (but I'm not sure)
I saw the curtain twitch.
Perhaps it was an elf I saw
or might I be bewitched?

But if I was mistaken,
then all that's left to share
is a toadstool, all forsaken
by an elf who isn't there.

© Celia Warren 2020

This was growing out of a rotting treetrunk lying in a gateway,