Lets Hang the Moon Here

Let’s hang the moon right here, gnarled oak suggested. Won’t that disturb the cardinals who are well nested? I don’t think so, said wise oak. Let’s give it a try, shall we? So, oaks hung the lovely moon in the arch of their tree. Forest was full of fey who sprinkled themselves about. They had not seen the moon this close up, it gave them clout. A happy midsummer dance commenced, waking the frogs. Decorated caterpillars and damselflies flew in from two bogs. The moon loved being this close but got chastised by Dad. I have to go, he said, but this was the best time I have ever had! The fey frolicked as he left, retaining his light as much as they could. A whimsical, wild, wonderful day in the dark German woods.