The Hairy Beast of Oberon
by Dannielle Viera
On moonless nights in Oberon
the townsfolk stay indoors.
They fear the beast that stalks the streets
with jagged teeth and claws.
Though no-one’s seen the beast up close,
its legend grows and grows.
From mouth to ear, the stories spear
’til truth is in shadows.
Old Jack, who runs the corner shop,
delights in telling tales.
He scares the kids with wide eyelids
and voice as hard as nails.
‘The dreadful beast is black as ink,
with yellow, lamp-like eyes.
Its untamed mane flows like the rain,
its tail’s a decent size.’
When people stop to chat to Jan,
down at her small cafe,
her words expound the type of sound
the beast is known to bray.
‘The husky growl its throat lets go
sends shivers down your spine.
It likes to romp and sometimes stomp
around my washing line.’
Poor Farmer Bob is hardest hit
on nights the beast’s around.
His critters shake at every quake
of heavy paw on ground.
‘The beast, it hunts my chicks and hens,
but hasn’t snatched one up.
Although it eats the special treats
I leave out for my pup.’
There’s just one girl within the town
who doesn’t dread the beast.
When Annie hears of others’ fears,
a giggle is released.
As night-time falls and darkness reigns,
brave Annie waits outside,
for beastly scowls and feline howls
and bumps against her side.
‘Have you been naughty, Jet, my puss,
out spooking Oberon?
Now, come inside and warm your hide,
I’ll put the kettle on.’