Enchantment

The anxious Autumn moon threw dappled silver ribbons
over the silken, still surface of the sacred mere.
A young fairy, upon one slender knee,
scooped water in a buttercup,
that she might bathe her face in celestial dew.

And thus upon this magic, moonstruck strand 
he saw her; head turned toward the fickle, pallid orb.
He saw the starlight sparkle on her eye-lids.
Then drop to shimmer briefly on her wings.

Amongst his own he was the King of Kelpies.
He ruled beneath the surface of the pool.
But not above the ether where she tarried.
Nor yet across the fronded water's edge.

He watched his love, absorbed in her ablutions.
Then suddenly across the sullen mere
He saw the crouching menace of a Tabby,
Stayed in avid contemplation of her prey.

At the feline's fixed attention on the fairy,
He could see his life as leading to this spot.
He forgot that Kelpies only fly in water
As he soared between his angel and the cat.

Sometime later at the prompting of the morning.
As the fairy skipped toward the rising Sun.
She was sad to find the body of a Kelpie.
Kneeling soft she wept, not really knowing why.