When you least expect them.
the little people are there.
Maybe you feel them in your chair,
or slipping up behind you,
or you catch a glimpse of them
reflected in a crystal dewdrop.
Or maybe you hear their laughter
in the whisper of the wind, and
you think, 'Couldn't be!
It was only my imagination.

Scarlett Treat

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mary-s-little-people/