A silent, self-contained wee fay she wasUntil he trespassed, and surveyed the green,Deciding where to pitch his patched up tent. Was he aware of being tailed, surveilled? She hid among the trees undecidedAs he worked tirelessly, uprooting weedsWith naked hands, his skin moist, shimmer slicked,While wrestling with thick underbrush, thorns, rocks,Creating his domain: campsite, fire…