Because I needed something worth writing in sparkly gold ink that I got for Christmas. And the Chinchilla of Hope is a common thing in an online community that I participate in. (Yes, some poems come from silly places.) I hope you like it, and that it sparkles enough without the ink.

Bright dance the Fairies
In the still of the night.
Their furry voices ring
Through hope’s guiding light.

Their fluffy pelts still shimmer
Beneath the gleaming stars
And the chinchilla spreads wonder
We can still claim as ours.

There are many Fairy creatures
Of fear and woe and dread
There are others dancing joy
If you seek for them instead.

Among these shinning beings
One out shines them all in both reach and scope
The strangest beast in underhill:
The Chinchilla of Hope.

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