War in the East

Orphan girl, age of three,

With nothing but her rabbit Bree,

And a brother left to Far Away,

To live and fight another day,

Under a tree she spent her days,

Alone and content with Bree and the spray,

Of dew on the moss that lived upon the bark,

She would stay under her tree until it grew dark,

This day, however was different,

For there was no sign of play under the huge oak tree,

And there was no sign of Bree,

For the orphan girl must face something new,

And her dean, to her must now explain,

Why brother won’t return from whence he came.