Most subtle of the shifting forms and yet most constant too
Whose moonlit transformation cannot change the heart that’s true.
He hearkens to each season’s turn and reads the twilight air
And listens to the inner song that knows both foul and fair.
Between two worlds he journeys and in both he can be seen
In adoration of the moon yet always clothed in green.
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Beautiful. I have always loved hares, they are very magical beings.
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They are indeed. You’ll have guessed that these were the cards that remained…xxx
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Sue, my multi-talented friend, this is beautiful.
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Thanks, Michelle 🙂
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Today I lost count of the number of hares I saw!! So many here and they seem so visible and unafraid at the moment…
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Always rare here, though the past three years I have seen more than I have in a lifetime before.
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He looks wily, like The General in Watership Down!
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He knows Stuff, that’s for sure 🙂
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