Saturday, March 22, 2008

Bunny Dance

Rabbits under the Moon...

Under the moon, across the snow

the little rabbits come and go.

Out of the forest, deep and white,

Their shadows follow them at night

into the clearing. To and fro

under the moon the rabbits go.

There in the silent silver light

They hold their midnight rabbit rite

as one old rabbit leads the rest

in secret, soundless rabbit fest

and, lifting ears to some high tune,

they raise their tails to greet the moon.

They are not secretive as mice

But dance all night upon the ice

Beneath the moon and leave at dawn.

I find their footprints on the lawn.

Under the moon the rabbits go,

Leaving stories in the snow.

~Margaret Menamin

*This hooked rug is part of an exhibit that I enjoyed recently with my pal, Hilda:
Rags to Rugs: Pennsylvania Hooked and Handsewn Rugs
Lancaster Quilt and Textile Museum
through December 31, 2008

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