black moon bunny

i come to pray.

the sun still most deeply asleep,

your thrice hidden moon beckoning the chapter change.

you gorge on clover and dew,

your anxiety a precise twitching dance of pricked ears.

how distruptive your survival

thumping nerves, every other moment stolen, frozen in place

your fleeting delight a cruel counterweight to your innate lightness

we share the blanket of darkness, stillness

cloaked, kindred, our gentle spirit endangered



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