A poem about a small group of creatures in one of Enid Blyton's stories.

Flutterpups

            In the darkness shapes form and stir,

            Brilliant of colour and often a blur.

            Colours shift and sharpen to form,

            Faces and places we know may be reborn.

            But that's not always the way things go,

            I'll tell of some creatures that you might not know.

            Soaring the skies on glorious wings,

            Are cute little adorable things.

            From damp sooty nose to waggely tail

            Their beautiful fur coats shine with regale

            Best stay aware or you'll often miss,

            Those cheeky pups sneak a quick slobbery kiss.

            Playing on fields and in skies of blue,

            Such fun you'll wish to join in too.

            Some have races around pretty rainbows,

            And some on white fluffy clouds doze.

            But then the world is torn asunder by light through the veil,

            The new day is here... and that's the end of my tale.