Oestre, The Moon Hare

Beneath the full, blood red moon
Grew Duir, the mighty ancient oak
By it's side, stood the vivacious Oestre
Both silhouetted, with the gathering fairy folk
 
Within the oak, upon its fine boughs
Perched Athena, Minerva, and Hieronymous
Three wise old owls, slowly blinking
Now no longer anonymous
 
In the distance, across an undulating countryside
Were Reynard the fox, And Muezza the cat
Screeching, and hissing, ready to fight
Under the glowing, moonlit night
 
Upon hearing the tu-whits, and tu-whoos
Distorted echoes, of estranged owlsong
Distracted, hungry eyes, now focused on the feast
Of the hare, upon the hill, ready to be seized
 
Oestre the hare, unaware
Spoke to the mighty oak
"Duir, tonight, i sense mischief, and magic"
The oak knew, of what she spoke
 
Whilst Duir cast an invisible wall
An unseen force-field, for their safe-keeping
Informing the hare, and three owls
"This protection will last, until the moon is sleeping"
 
Reynard the fox, now lost in the undergrowth
Having outwitted himself, with his own cunning
Muezza the cat, was distracted by the land of Fae
Danced with the fairies, until the break of day
 
The stars above, winked, but said nothing
As they gradually dimmed, then faded away
Whilst spiders wove their dewy cobwebs
Oestre vanished, into the early morning mists of day

by Jemia