
The Song of the Moon-Gazing Hare
(C) Rhianna Nodens
Amidst the buttercups and daisies
In the midnight field, she gazes
Skyward at the moon’s full face,
Her eyes upturned, a pose of grace.
The Goddess of the moonlit night
Beams down upon the peaceful sight.
Pale rays caress the awestruck hare,
With orbs wide open, unaware
Of spider weaving web, and snail
Spinning out a glistening trail;
Of flower unfurling from the bud,
And feather floating to the mud.
A misty halo cups the moon,
And to its disc she softly croons.
‘By blessed power of your light,
Let magic touch the Earth this night.’