Eating Fairies in the Garden

Like an old folk tale... the way it is supposed to be.

Strands of breath glaze richness into the pores of my nostrils, shivering with metallic saccharine soil. My muggy tongue flicker-quivers tasting the air.
“Mhmmm, mhmmm darling little lunches.”
 Slinky slide by blade by blade the muddy grass strips to mud beneath my wrinkly wrangled form. A sudsy eye of mine burst between lime tanged leaves �"  and I see them little things, them scrumptious delights that strut amongst the astral shrooms. I hold my grinding shards a-stiff as yellow dribble corkscrews upon my pompous lower lip. My net will fish a stew it will, as it rumbles beneath my thumbs.
“Catchy Catchy Catchy!”
I yell, dancing in twirls around the garden netting my little tasties. They flicker their sea sparkle wings, but my arms are too hasty and I catch every last one.  And so, I pull a pretty out of her webbed prison and stare her in those hypnotic vulnerable blinkers. She makes a begging sound and all I know is POUND-POUND-POUND! her teeny body into the GROUND! O, she is so tender as I shred her between my teeth. Only her blood drowned wing sticks to my nose, but I slap it up with my gummy tongue. Immortality continues.