06/04/2026
Moon‑Gazing Hare Poem
In a meadow brushed with silver,
where the quiet grasses sway,
a lone hare lifts her velvet face
to greet the moon’s bouquet.
Her whiskers catch the starlight,
her paws rest on the dew,
as though she’s listening for secrets
only night-time creatures knew.
The world around grows softer,
every worry drifts to air,
and time itself seems held aloft
by the stillness of the hare.
She gazes at the glowing moon—
a lantern hung with care—
and dreams of gentle, brighter things
that only she can share.
So if you pass that meadow
when the sky is pale and clear,
you might just glimpse her dreaming shape
and feel the night draw near.
