Beneath the stars

Beneath the stars sits a loyal owl
With a firefly lantern in his beak
Guarding a grove where fairies sit
From the darkness where dangers sneak

Seated upon tiny toadstools
They read stories told in rhyme
While the owl stays his watchful vigil
Sanctuary shrouds them for a time

Beneath the stars in a small grove
Fairies read by lantern light
Within peace and virtual silence
Until the owl takes upon his flight

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