Moon Hare Nights

a poem

Photo by Vincent van Zalinge on Unsplash (Modified by Bridget)

Late too, the moon hare lay in grassy fields.

and with star-soaked eyes gazed at the crescent.

Then, with soft paws of nimble sinew.

that leaped at slight snap and thump,

sucked in the scent of the night.

Only I saw.

I’d crouch behind the thicket dense.

with shoots and barbs sharply strewn.

to glimpse her silhouette dance sprightly under the silver sky-orb –

stunned atop the sweep; the meadow’s view.

The Gardener

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